Momma Said Give Thanks – Christian Rock Original Song | 4K скачать в хорошем качестве

Momma Said Give Thanks – Christian Rock Original Song | 4K

(Verse 1) Sun comes up, boots hit the floor, Another day to try and serve the Lord. Momma’s callin’ from the old back door, “Child, don’t forget what you’re livin’ for.” She got a skillet on the fire, prayin’ over every bite, Says, “A grateful heart, boy, keeps you walkin’ right.” (Pre-Chorus) I roll my eyes sometimes, but truth is in her voice, Sayin’, “Walk with Jesus, son — and make the better choice.” (Chorus) I’m just tryin’ to be a good boy, followin’ the Savior, Keepin’ my hands clean, mind right, guardin’ my behavior. Momma said, “God gives blessings — don’t you throw ’em away.” So I bow my head, give thanks, And eat what Momma made. Yeah, I eat what Momma made. (Verse 2) She got scripture on the fridge with a magnet cross, Tells me every kindness ain’t ever lost. Says, “Obey the Lord, even when it’s tough — And finish your dinner; faith ain’t picky stuff.” I’m laughin’ as I bite down, but the truth sinks in, Her love and Jesus — that’s where my life begins. (Pre-Chorus) Sometimes I wander, but she keeps me in her prayers, “Child, the Lord is with you, even when you’re unaware.” (Chorus) I’m just tryin’ to be a good boy, followin’ the Savior, Keepin’ my hands clean, mind right, guardin’ my behavior. Momma said, “God gives blessings — don’t you throw ’em away.” So I bow my head, give thanks, And eat what Momma made. Yeah, I eat what Momma made. (Bridge) Every meal’s a moment, every word’s a seed, She taught me Jesus first, then everything I need. And when I’m tempted to drift or fade, I hear her voice sayin’, “Boy, be brave… And eat what the good Lord gave.” (Breakdown — rock guitars open up) Be grateful, be humble, stay true to your faith… Every blessing on that table is His amazing grace! (Final Chorus) I’m just tryin’ to be a good boy, followin’ the Savior, Keepin’ my heart strong, soul steady, chasin’ holy favor. Momma said, “God gives blessings — don’t you throw ’em away.” So I bow my head, thank the Lord, And eat what Momma made. Yeah, I eat what Momma made. Mmm-hm… I eat what Momma made.