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She's Mama. She was my mother. But, she is here for Mother's Day no more. Though, I'll go see her, again, When God brings me to that wondrous shore. She will look even more beautiful. I can see the smile upon her face As she awaits, knowing that, one day, We'll come to that beautiful place. I'd tell you, once more, how much I love you, Mama, How I hated to see you go. But somehow deep inside my heart, I believe you will already know. You taught us about Jesus, Told us to read His word well, every day. So, when I see you again, I will tell you That you were right, all the way. I was beside you when you left. 'Tis true to say I was overwhelmed at the sight. 'Twas after I had talked to you, as in a coma, I told you to go to the light. I couldn't bear to see you suffer anymore. You had paid your dues, here, on earth, When you went to the Altar, long ago, And was born again of a new birth. I could almost see the Angels carrying you home. So peaceful was your face, As though you were crowned in Glory, Covered in the purest and finest lace. You were always so gentle; From your mouth, never a harsh word. But when you hugged and thanked me, It was the sweetest voice I'd ever heard. I will say 'Happy Mothers Day' In that glad morning, when I see you there ... Tell you how much I've missed your sweet voice And how you'd smooth my hair. It's been a long time now, Mama. Sometimes, from you I feel so far away. But, I'm asking Jesus, Mama, to tell you I said to have a very Happy Mothers Day. |
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