A trophy for mama

Lord you know we all look back
On our lives now and then
We think about where we are going
And the places we have been

Lord I was thinking late last night
As you know I often do
I was thinking about my mama
And the trials she’s been through

She raised us kids doing without
Not saying a single word
About all the heartaches we gave her
And all the complaining that she’s heard

Now she’s getting on in years
Her time here is almost served
If there’s a trophy for a perfect mama
Then this trophy should be hers

Lord I could say a million words
Over and over again
But words could never say enough
About the servant she has been

Now when your angels come Lord
To take her home with Thee
Please take good care of mama
Cause she’s been so good to me

Barbara McKee copyright 1977