My mother love is strong and true
Not a thing for me she wouldn't say or do
Her very last dollar she would give for me
Or spend all night in prayer, an intercessor be
Disciple, didn't seem to bother her very much
She used anything Handy' a ruler, tree limb or such
We were never overdosed, i must truly confess
Eventhough we felt punished, We really were blessed
When it was time to eat , we always seemed to have food
It wasn't always steak, fried chicken sure was good
Sometimes , our clothes may have been patched
But, most of the time , I'm sure they matched
Yes, my mother loves me , and show it in many ways
And some of the best is when she'd pray
She taught us to pray, and sing "Jesus loves me"
" This little light of mine "and go to church with me
I'm so glad for the many ways that my mom showed me that she love me.
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