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HE'S YOUR MOMMIE NOW
When you were a small child,
You told Mommie every care;
You'd tell her how you fell down
And that brother pulled your hair
And all about that marble game,
How you'd won so fair
And after playing fairly,
The big boys took your share.
Yes, then you had a mother
To tell your troubles to;
She always gave you comfort
When you were feeling blue.
But now that you've grown up
And Mom has gone away,
Whom do you share your troubles with,
Who turns your night to day?
Well, I have found a Comforter;
He's found most anywhere.
He wants to share your troubles;
So tell Him them in prayer.
Tell him, just like Mommie
When she has drawn you near
All about the poor and blind
And the deaf who cannot hear.
Tell him of those sinners
Who need His loving care;
Yes, tell Him every need of yours,
He'll hear you anywhere.
Bring Him every failure
And every unkind deed;
Ask for His forgiveness
And tell Him every need.
He'll heal every sorrow
And make a way somehow,
For He loves you dearly;
Make him your mommie now.
Mothers have to leave us
And live with God on high,
But Christ will never leave us;
He never again must die.
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