Mama
Your part in me
Is not in part but a whole
Your soul nurtured mine
When I was an 'it'
Your patience to carry
My grace of calling you Mama...
Mama...
In my trying beam
My body singe, hot coal
Your soul shelters my soul fine
Divinely teach me to be fit
If it were possible,you I'd marry
My grace of calling you Mama...
Mama...
You have a heart of gold
Your teaching of love
Makes me stand strong and bold
They are true from above.
Thank you...
For God...For you
My grace of calling you Mama...
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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