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The Lord God, He fashioned me,
When I laid snug in a living sea.
I was at peace, from evening to morn,
Until the day for me to be born.
The narrow passage to the other place,
Interrupted my once tranquil state.
I preferred that He would let me stay,
But God said that this was my fate.
When I arrived there, I met my Mama,
She was beautiful, kind and warm.
And she would be the very one,
To first take me into loving arms.
As I looked into the eyes of my Mama,
Staring back was her untainted love.
She would understand me like no other,
I had met one of the purest of all loves.
Her hand caressed my hair, each strand,
Of which my God knows their number.
Then counting, my Mama began,
One by one, ten toes and fingers.
The trip was hard, and then came tears,
Mama gave me of her sweet milk.
I did not know then, that this flavor,
Would be my daily bread’s prerequisite.
Mama would be there for many more tears,
That would all be kept in God’s bottle.
And whenever I would be alone or have fears,
She would make me feel secure, safe and warm.
Then, it should have been crystal clear.
Now it’s plain, and my heart does break.
Oh that now my Mama’s voice I’d hear,
Time for a visit, a walk or hug, I’d make.
How did I miss this charity embodied,
My Mama’s unconditional love for me?
Could it be possible, could it be,
That I could also be missing
God’s great and unending love for me?
Now my Mama’s flown up to heaven,
And is looking into pure and holy eyes.
Now my Mama is with our Father and our Lord Jesus Christ.
Truly, the purest of all loves, forever and ever!
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