Our Happy Ending Starts Now

An Ode to Mothers (and Fathers)

To the tune of “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” (“Ode to Joy”)


  1. Joyful, joyful, we try to be

Happy as we love our kids

We have all this love inside us

That we want to freely give

But sometimes it’s hard to accomplish

All that we must to do things well

We keep trying, yes, go on

Because that is what true love does


  1. All our work that we complete

Sometimes it’s invisible

When we do what we do well

Then everything looks simple

Just because we don’t get a thank you

Doesn’t mean that we don’t matter

We must know that we have value

With or without words to match


  1. Giving and forgiving we stay

Because we know that kids are kids

We can’t take things personally

Because we were their age once

It’s up to us to set the example

And not resort to reactivity

We hold our head up and smile

Perspective we keep with things


  1. Mortals we are therefore we will

Never attain perfect-ness

So when there is something that makes

Our life hard we face it

Giving thanks for the great honor

Of tending to our family

Expecting responsibility

Still with compassion we love


The original text is worth a read:

Text: Henry Van Dyke
Music: Ludwig van Beethoven; Arr. by Edward Hodges

  1. Joyful, joyful, we adore thee,

God of glory, Lord of love;

hearts unfold like flowers before thee,

opening to the sun above.

Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;

drive the dark of doubt away.

Giver of immortal gladness,

fill us with the light of day!


  1. All thy works with joy surround thee,

earth and heaven reflect thy rays,

stars and angels sing around thee,

center of unbroken praise.

Field and forest, vale and mountain,

flowery meadow, flashing sea,

chanting bird and flowing fountain,

call us to rejoice in thee.


  1. Thou art giving and forgiving,

ever blessing ever blest,

well-spring of the joy of living,

ocean depth of happy rest!

Thou our father, Christ our brother,

all who live in love are thine;

teach us how to love each other,

lift us to the joy divine.


  1. Mortals, join the mighty chorus

which the morning stars began;

love divine is reigning o’er us,

blinding all within its span.

Ever singing, march we onward,

victors in the midst of strife;

joyful music leads us sunward,

in the triumph song of life.