| I Never Knew We Were Poor |
| A broken window let in the cold air from above. A worn out heater and a whole lot of love. Mamma put another blanket on me and kissed me good-night. Then she let our dog, Shag, in and everything was all right. The Lord blessed us and Mamma never let me know we were poor. Mamma was the only one who had, for what-ever was wrong, the cure. By the time I was a teenager, I gave my life to the Lord in church. Mamma was thankful that I accepted Jesus, never again did I need to search. I'm a grown man now and I have all the comforts of a new home each day. No piled up blankets on cold nights, Mamma is with God I'm happy to say. written 4/26/2004 |
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