Mama’s Rocking Chair
Many a night in mama’s rocking chair
Sweet strains of church hymns floated through the air
The kids were sleepily going to bed
Dreams beginning as they nodded their heads
A baby lay nursing on mama’s breast
As the other children lay down to rest
Listening intently just down the hall
To hear her singing of the Savior’s call
As the melodies drifted into dreams
And the saints went marching into Jordan’s stream
We listened to the songs of days gone by
Amazing Grace and In the Sweet Bye and Bye
Mama’s voice is crackling ever so sweet
Though not what it was when tiny ears did greet
Her hair is now white with age and passed time
Oh how I wish in her lap I could climb
I hear all those ancient scribbled hymn stories
Echoing in those precious memories
The Blood of Jesus that washes white as snow
And Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Sweetest Name I know
Yes Jesus is calling, calling me home
Bidding me Just as I am to come
Pleading with me for Just a Closer Walk
To tell Him my troubles in Just a Little Talk
