When I got a little older,
And my sinful footsteps strayed,
I turned from all her teachings,
But still my Mama prayed.

As my life went from bad to worse,
What an awful price I paid!
Sometimes it seemed so hopeless,
But still my Mama prayed.

Then the Holy Spirit filled me,
And God's prompting I obeyed;
I repented of my sins
Because my Mama prayed.

Christ Jesus came into my life,
Where ever since, He's stayed;
Who knows where I might be today,
If Mama hadn't prayed?

So lift your children to the Lord,
And like me, they'll be swayed;
They, too will be so thankful,
Because their Mama prayed!


© 2001 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved.

This poem is my original work, and may not be
used in any manner without consent. Thank you.



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