Oh dearest Mummy, grace in flesh and frame, Your love, a beacon, your heart a flame. You saw the call, you heard God’s sound, And poured your soul where grace is found. From quiet whispers to fervent prayer, You’ve shaped the called with tender care. Your hands, though gentle, build with might— A generation rising, burning bright. Through sleepless nights and fasting cries, You fixed our gaze on Heaven’s skies. You cheered us on, you wiped our tears, And broke the yoke of doubt and fears. Today we stand, ordained and bold, The fire you sparked, now manifold. You mothered shepherds, robed in grace, Each one sent forth to take their place. So here we bow in deep esteem, You are the root behind the dream. Thank you, Mummy, for all you do— A vessel pure, a heart so true. To God be glory, great and high, But we give thanks for you, our why. He gave us you, a gift divine— The greatest Mummy of all time. 💖👑