| I always thought that one of the most important conversations
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| you could ever have in your life, is the first time you talk to God.
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| What would you say?
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| I remember you, In the pages of a book
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| A lady read me once, In Sunday school
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| I remember you, I studied every word
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| And I hid it in my heart, Just like you told me to
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| And a stone was rolled away, And everybody prayed,
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| The day the angels sang, I remember you
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| And while your standing there on those trembling knees,
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| what do you hope God says back to you
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| I remember you, I was there when you were born
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| I held your mamma’s hand, And your daddy’s too
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| I remember you, I recall the very day
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| You turned against the Devil, And you cried out my name
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| And a stone was rolled away, And everybody prayed,
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| The day the angels sang, I remember you |