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Mar 2011
She prayed everynight when the sun went down
I grew up with Mama on her knees
She'd kneel down beside me in her tattered old gown
Asking Jesus, to guide me, please

Daddy was gone before I turned three
The coal mines became his grave
Mama held his picture as tight as could be
And told of the love he gave

She'd sit with the bible and read everynight
As I listened to every word she read
She died Easter morning, before it got light
As I knelt beside her bed

She taught me what love was supposed to be
Though sometimes, life could get rough
When Daddy got killed, it just left us three
And that was always enough

I'll always remember her tears when she'd pray
As she prayed so fervently
I knew that somehow it would all be okay
Just Mama, Jesus and me
Written by
Larry B
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