I Was Your Mother

Seasons have changed Winter to Spring,
Summer you will be B-cuz you hate the cold just like me.
He gave you to me and I believe I gave you my all,
My son in which he blessed me.
Then to God up above I had to return you to thee,
That bird you will be you will fly up and be free.
I was your Mother for what it seemed to be a short time on earth,
together we'd be.
I looked to find you it all just turned into a dream.
I stay here until it is time for me.
My son, my first child you will wait there for me,
Our Lord and Savior will have victory.
As brothers and sisters it will all be wiped clean.
And we will dwell in his house for eternity.

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