written by J.B. Coats   © 1942 Stamps-Baxter Music & Ptg. Co.   © renewed 1970 by Stamps-Baxter Music & Ptg. Co.   © 1977 Stamps-Baxter Music of the Zondervan Corporation      One day a mother went to a prison   To see an erring but precious son   She told the warden how much she loved him   It did not matter what he had done      She did not bring to him a parole or pardon   She brought no silver, no pomp or style   It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light   The sweetest gift, a mother's smile      She left a smile you can remember   She's gone to heaven from heartaches free   Those walls around you could never change her   You were her baby and e'er will be      She did not bring to him a parole or pardon   She brought no silver, no pomp or style   It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light   The sweetest gift, a mother's smile      She did not bring to him a parole or pardon   She brought no silver, no pomp or style   It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light   The sweetest gift, a mother's smile   The sweetest gift, a mother's smile