Moma

Getting off the school bus, running to the door

You always had a hot meal waiting, and room for a little more

Our house was the neighborhood hangout, you fed every mouth you’d meet

Saying, "Treat people the way you want to be treated," making life so sweet

Moma, you were the hands of love, the best cook we ever knew

Every single day of our childhood was a blessing because of you

Now you’re ninety-nine years of grace, a beautiful light in our lives

Through the joy and the tears, your tender spirit survives

Every Sunday morning, you’re in the pew to pray and sing

Moma, we love you and thank you for everything

Happy birthday to the woman who holds us together

We are so thankful for you today, tomorrow, and forever

I miss those days out by the water, casting lines into the blue

My husband and I just smiling, sharing precious time with you

You’d reel 'em in and tell us, "I ain't throwing nothing back!"

You were serious about your fishing, keeping every single catch

I remember when you tumbled, I was screaming out for help

I thought that you were hurting, I was beside myself

But I looked down and saw you laughing, a smile upon your face

Just another sweet memory of your humor and your grace

Now you’re ninety-nine years of grace, a beautiful light in our lives

Through the joy and the tears, your tender spirit survives

Every Sunday morning, you’re in the pew to pray and sing

Moma, we love you and thank you for everything

Happy birthday to the woman who holds us together

We are so thankful for you today, tomorrow, and forever

You’ve carried some heavy crosses, losing Daddy sixteen years ago

And saying goodbye to our sisters brought a pain that laid you low

When we lost our sister that July, it truly broke your heart

But you fell down on your knees, and prayed to the Lord above

Through your faith and your devotion, you found a way to accept

Every tear that you cried, and every promise He kept

Now there’s eight of us left, and you still call us on the phone

To check on your babies, making sure we're not alone

You’re ninety-nine years of grace, a beautiful light in our lives

Through the joy and the tears, your tender spirit survives

Every Sunday morning, you’re in the pew to pray and sing

Moma, we love you and thank you for everything

Happy birthday to the woman who holds us together

We are so thankful for you today, tomorrow, and forever