"Yours Love" lyrics - CONNIE SMITH

May the fruit of my toil be yours love and may the food from my soil be yours love
And from this moment on may a love that is strong and lives on and on be yours love
May the sons that I raise be yours love may the comforts I praise be yours love

And if I ever get weak may the love words I speak
And the arms that I seek be yours love
May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love

And from this moment on may a love true and strong and lives on and on be yours love

May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love
And may the last fingertips that touch these two lips
As life from me slips be yours love