I remember Momma dear like happy bluest days.
I remember her good cheer when she gave me praise.
She gave us all unselfish love, as if marked by Christ.
She was to us our family's dove, warmth that melt the coldest ice.
So many days have gone; seems like yesterday.
I was with you, Mom, in grand and glorious ways.
But now you're not here; you've gone away to heaven.
Still, to me, you are dear; a fact without question.
Tell my Momma, Lord, how I really miss her.
Send to her, on the cheek, my love when You kiss her.
Tell her how she's on my mind, each and every day.
Be this good and this kind; this is how I pray.
I'm so glad she came to Christ; for that she's now in heaven.
She was kept by the Life; by His love she was driven.
She's my hero in this life, second only to You.
I saw Christ in her strife; to You she was so true.
Tell my Momma, "Happy Day!" For her make it precious.
For me and her I so pray, in the name of Jesus.
"Happy Day, to you," Momma; it's good you're not here.
You're removed from this drama for places of eternal cheer.
Tell my Momma I love her, Lord; one day I won't miss her.
I'll give to her, on the cheek, my love when I kiss her.
She's alive like the Word; He's her Resurrection.
We'll be both like You, Lord, at the Consummation.