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

Описание: "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...