Wouldn’t Mama Be Proud

© 2007 Words and Music by Mark B. Sostrin

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Wise things she told me sitting on her knee

Sweet songs she sang when her soul was free

The light in her eyes and warmth of her touch

These are the things I remember very much

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No one had a smile like that mother of mine

Never hurt a soul or said a word unkind

I think now and then of those things she said

Lord I miss her so now that she’s dead

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Such joy in life when to Jesus you cling

Call no man on earth your father or king

Remember your sins are under the blood

Put your hope in him your strength in the Lord

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Winter’s just a season bitter cold never lasts

Sure enough it’ll put you to the test

Those the Lord loves he chastens as a son

Take it like a man until his work is done

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Wisdom of the ages lights the shining path

Sunrise to sunset the time is in your hands

She raised me better wouldn’t mama be proud

I let Jesus in and kicked the devil out

< Tag Ending – Repeat Last Two Lines Of Last Verse >

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