Tell Momma I will Be There
When I was in my younger years,
How well I recollect
How much I greived my mother
With my careless folly and my neglect.
Now my Momma, she is in Heaven
I so miss her tender care
Oh Jesus, Please tell Momma,
That someday I will be there
She was always kind and good
Though I was often wayward and prude
So loving, patient and gentle she was
When I acted so hateful and rude;
All my greif's and trials
With me she would gladly share
Oh Jesus, Please tell Momma
That someday I will be there.
Before my savior took her home,
I stood there by her side.
I told her I would see her in heaven
I promised her this before she died.
So all of Heaven's glory and beauty
With her I will share.
Oh Jesus, please tell Momma
That someday I will be there.
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