In an old Country kitchen, my mother ~ would quite often sing. As she carried from stove to table, the food ~ she had to bring. She'd sing as she sat a-sewing ~ the clothes we had to wear. She'd sing songs of blessings, oh Savior ~ sure-n keep our care. She'd hum ~ down the cotton row ~ 'til she reached the very end . . . Then turn and a-coming back ~ she'd start singing ~ again. She sang the songs of glory ~ unto our Lord above . . . Reaching far down into her heart ~ giving ~ to Him ~ her love. Mama would hug and kiss us ~ telling of another world to be . . . Of a Savior called Jesus ~ whom she Prayed ~ we'd one day see. Oh Glory ~ she sang in tenor; my Lord will soon come for me, But there's another world to sing in ~ with Angels, you'll see. She'd ride in a wagon ~ to Church on a Sunday ~ in a choir to sing. And ~ she'd Pray oh Savior ~ sweet blessings ~ please bring. I'd hear her at the old rub board ~ a-singing once again . . . I'd ask her why and she said ~ glorify Jesus and avoid all sin. She was my little Mother and a hard life she did see, But she told us to keep the hope of yonder ~ way beyond the sea. Said there's more than one world ~ to sing in ~ sure-n 'tis true. And I'll be a-waitin' with Jesus, to gladly welcome ~ all of you. She's there now ~ a singing; in her tenor voice ~ so sweet and clear. We all miss her so much ~ sometimes we think we hear . . . Her voice as she sits a-sewing ~ sweet melodies of her soft love, So, there really must be ~ another world to sing in ~ up there above.Dedicated to Julie Mullins Duncan and Claudia Williams Walker, the two best mothers I ever knew. |