The leaves were changing colors..
when they laid my mom to rest..
there in the ground..
..and I just stood there..and my tears..
were mixing with the rain..falling down..
and I thought of all the times..
my momma use to tell me..Child..
It's time you prayed..
..for momma was a christian..
and she wanted so for me..
to change my ways..
Well...I looked up toward heaven..
I said momma..I know your up there..
can you hear somehow?
..There's things I should have said to you..
before...and I never did...
and it grieves me now..
It's killing me..just knowing..
how I let you down..so many times..
and I am so ashamed..
I wish that you were here..so I could..
tell you face to face..
momma..I'm gonna change..
yea momma..I know your up there..
if there's anyway of hearing me..
can ya let me know..
..I'd like to know ya heard and understand..
the way I feel..
before I go..
Well..The preacher man was finished..
and I watched him close the bible..
and I heard him pray..
..and through my tears..I watched..
the people giving their last respect...
and I seen them walk away..
and there alone with momma..
I knelt down..and smelled the flowers..
by the grave..
and then I bowed my head..
and for the first time in my life..
I prayed...
I said, God..I know your up there...
will you listen to my prayer?
I know you hear..somehow!
..there's things I should have said to you..
before..and I never did..
and it grieves me now...
It's killing me just knowing..
how I let you down..so many times..
and I am so ashamed..
I wish that you were here..
so I could tell you face to face..
God, I'm gonna change..
yea God, I know your up there..
if there's anyway..of hearing me..
can you let me know..
I'd like to know..you heard ..
and understand the way I feel..
before I go..
Well...I said good-bye to momma..
I got up..and turned..
and walked away...
and when I reached the gate..
I stopped and turned for one last look..
at mommas grave..
and through the clouds..I seen the sun...
come shinning down..
right where she laid...
and in the distance..I could sware..
I heard somebody call...
my mommas name..
..and I looked up toward heaven...
knowing my mom had gone..
to higher ground...
and I just stood there...and my tears...
were mixingwith the rain..
falling down..
yea...mom I know your up there..
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