The light in her husband's bedroom
is always off and the light is on.
The sports page from Sunday's paper,
ain't on the floor where it used to lay.
At night, dark quiet kitchen
no cups clanging in the sink.
Her home is deadly quiet
his rocker no longer squeaks.
But sometimes she get's lonely
but she knows, she's never alone,
She talks to Jesus,
share's everything with him.
Jesus is Momma's best friend.
Us kids, have all grown up
moved away, lives of our own.
She writes on her calender
when we visit, what day we phoned.
Sometimes she get's lonely
but she knows she's never alone.
She talks to Jesus
shares everything with him.
Jesus is Momma's
best friend.

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