I Remember Momma

 

I Remember Momma

I am just a country bumpkin

Still holding on to the standards

With which I was raised

My Momma was a godly woman

The Lord be praised.

Since my Momma was a preacher's daughter

There were certain things that she did not condone

And would not allow her children to do

For when we did she would give us a look

That would chill us to the bone.

Found myself thrust into a situation

Last night that made me cringe

And I thought to myself, "You

Know your mother would not be

Comfortable with the mess that

You have been put in, for she

Would say, "No, no, daughter, you

Are standing too close to the fringe!"

So, what I did was remember to whom I belonged

And I upheld the right and shunned the wrong

And held my head up for all to see

The Spirit that dwells inside of me.

Remember your Momma and always strive to make

Her proud of the things that you do each day

By living for the Lord and being a shining

Example of love along the way.

 

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,

Alma L. Grateful Carr-Jones