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"Mama, You Were The Song I Didn't Hear"

"Mama, You Were The Song I Didn't Hear" Words By: Zibe King Jr. You’d thread the needle by the kitchen light While I pretended not to watch you fight To sew the frayed hem of my Sunday dress With tired hands that never asked for less Than keeping me looking just right You saved the crusts, took the burnt toast Sang old hymns when the power went out Never raised your voice past a sigh Just smoothed my hair and said “Child, try” Like grace was something you could hold tight I thought love needed a grand design A banner, a vow, or a neon sign But yours came soft and gentle, without a sound In every patch, you made on holy ground [Chorus] Mama, you were the song I didn’t hear The stillness between every fear Not in the words, but in the doing Every quiet act was you loving! God sure blessed me with you as my mother No one could ever take your place, for there’s no other Your singing, your praying, it really told a story It made me a believer, too, bathed in your glory Now I find your thimble in my drawer And catch your tune behind my door When I tuck my own little girl in at night I hum your tune, the same low, steady light You left me with the memory of your sweet face That warms my soul, fills every inch of this place I get it now, the way you prayed Asking Jesus for His blessings, oh the price you paid In coffee black and tiresome, sleepless years Wiping away all my un-shed tears [Chorus] Mama, you were the song I didn’t hear The stillness between every fear Not in the words, but in the doing Every quiet act was you loving! God sure blessed me with you as my mother No one could ever take your place, for there’s no other Your singing, your praying, it really told a story It made me a believer, too, bathed in your glory [Bridge] No statue bears your patient name No crowd will ever praise your fame But in your biscuit, warm and split In every tender stitch, you’re still in every bit [Chorus] Mama, you were the song I didn’t hear The stillness between every fear Not in the words, but in the doing Every quiet act was you loving! God sure blessed me with you as my mother No one could ever take your place, for there’s no other Your singing, your praying, it really told a story It made me a believer, too, bathed in your glory [Outro:] (whispered) Every quiet act… was you…and I thank Jesus...