My Mamas Prayer

Away beyond the distant mountain valleys of yore I see my mamas face entwined in my heart evermore Her soft and warming smile nurtures my soul I see the beautiful lilies where the gentle stream flows Mama, you sure had a way with loving this land Your gentle nature steadied your loving hand Sugar cookie dough caked upon a stained apron of blue Lots of memories thrown into a mix of grace and prayer to Mama had to go to heaven to help the angels sing I hold in my trembling hand a locket, a gracious thing Her prayers helped a wayward son live a life without pain Oh mama, I just want to hear you pray again