Written by Melvin Knoblett - 2016
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| Intro |
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| I r | emember seeing Mama in that o | ld oak rocking c | hair |
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| Beside the t | able where her B | ible was l | aid. |
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| She would c | lutch it every evening, hold it t | ight to her c | hest |
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| As she b | owed her h | ead and p | rayed. |
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| One S | unday, I had noticed when she w | rote into her b | ook, |
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| And she m | arked it with a f | eather stained g | reen. |
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| I p | eeked in | side to s | ee what she had s | aid, |
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| She drew a c | ircle 'round J | ohn 3: | 16. |
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| Well, now M | ama, she’s g | one from this e | arth here be | low, |
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| And to h | er it's no l | onger a d | ream. |
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| She will l | ive for | ever on those s | treets of pure g | old |
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| That’s why she c | ircled 'round J | ohn 3: | 16. |
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| Mama's B | ible, marked to r | ead it a | gain. |