NEDRA WILSON Quotes
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Job Well Done
Momma, when you died I ask God 'Why'
He answered me quickly 'HER JOB IS DONE'
I started to cry pleading out to God
'That's my mother and I love her dearly'.
God simply whispered close to my ear
'That's my child and I love her Dearer'.
I didn't give up momma I CRIED out more
'I want to make her happy in life
and give her things that's nice'.