You never knew my mother, did you?
Ah, you missed a good one there.
A member of an angel band
Came quietly and took her hand,
And led her off somewhere.


I say somewhere, cause I’m not sure
Exactly where she’s gone.
I only know that late at night,
When I’m alone and things aren’t right,
I feel her presence strong.

I only know that in the past,
When things were going bad,
Assailed by all the storms of hell,
Brought low by life’s cruel blows that fell,
She’s all the friend I had.

You never knew my mother, did you?
Then you never heard her sing.
I know she’s gone, and yet I hear
Her voice so sweet, so strong and clear;
Still makes the rafter ring.

The kind of love my mother gave
Was not encountered twice
I pray when God does come for me,
Hers is the second face I see,
The first one, Jesus Christ.

You never knew my mother, did you?
Ah, you missed a good one there.
A member of an angel band
Came quietly and took her hand
And led her off somewhere.

William Raymond Waters, Sr.

I‘ve forgotten many things in my past. Peoples’ names,
places I once lived, goals I had set, and even promises that
I made in earnest. But these I shall never forget; the touch of
my mother’s hand, the love in her eyes and the softness
of her still lingering voice.

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