Kenneth Rickard

Mother's hair has turned to silver
Her skin is all wrinkled and cold
But i'd never trade my mother
For the world and all its gold. Yes her hair has turned to silver
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You reach out to me with open arms
For all the world to see
But I turned a victim of satan's charms
And built a wall between you and me
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Tell me all about Jesus
Who loved little children like me
I wish I was one of them
Who has sat on Jesus' knees Tell me all about Jesus
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You're as sweet as the roses
That bloom in the spring
Pure as the dew drops
You're my everything. You wiped all the tears
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Dear Jesus mommy is sick
The doctor says she will die
I'm praying that a miracle comes
From our father in the sky Dear Jesus please hear my prayer
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