When I was young and in my prime
For Jesus, I had no time.
My Mother would pray and cry;
I would only wonder why.
Always seeking pleasures in sin,
Caring nothing for my life within,
My Mother would pray and cry
And I would wonder why.
I would go out at night;
Coming home, there'd always be a light.
My Mother would pray and cry
And I would wonder why.
Now that I am grown
Have a family of my own
So it is that I know why
Mother would pray and cry.
Thank you, Mother, for your prayer,
And all the love you share.
Now it is I that pray and cry
No longer do I wonder why.
Now Mother that you are gone
All the battles fought and won
You no longer need to pray and cry
For I will see you there by and by.
Jesus, new life to me He gives,
For in my heart I know He lives.
That is why you would pray and cry
And I no longer wonder why.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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