Mama Thanked The Lord Come Sunday
                             
                                        Mama scrubbed our clothes on an old washboard
                                        Hung them out to dry each day
                                        And she cooked our food on a wood burning stove
                                        Mama thanked the Lord come Sunday.
 
                                        Mama sewed our clothes by an old lamp light
                                        Of'en 'til the dawns soft ray
                                        She never complained of the hours spent
                                        Mama thanked the Lord come Sunday.
 
                                        Mama thanked the Lord come Sunday
                                        Mama praised the Lord on all days 
                                        Mama poor but rich in God's way 
                                        Mama thanked the Lord on Sunday 
 
                                        Mama has gone on to be with the Lord
                                        It is good she showed us the way 
                                        I'm sure that we will never forget 
                                        Mama thanked the Lord cme Sunday. 
 
                                                                    Author Ruth Tomlin ©