| There was a home in town
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| Where broken kids, the lost &found
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| Would come from miles around
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| Just to see, what love was all about
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| 'Cause Momma had a way of makin' things okay
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| She’d cook us our favorite meal
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| Sit and listen to how we feel
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| Oh, how the pain was real
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| How many families would the devil steal?
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| Momma had a way of makin' things okay
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| In that home
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| We knew we were safe
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| To be young enough to dream
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| Find the faith to believe
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| And in that home
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| Love, it had no end
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| That’s where we learned to forgive
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| In that home
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| Momma always had the music on
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| Sometimes loud, sometimes soft
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| When I asked her 'bout her favorite song
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| She opened the Bible to the book of Psalms
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| She always found a way to talk about grace
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| In that home
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| We knew we were safe
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| To be young enough to dream
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| Find the faith to believe
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| And in that home
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| Love, it had no end
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| That’s where we learned to forgive
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| In that home
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| And on that day I got the news
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| That Momma’s stay here was almost through
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| I stayed all night by her side
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| Held her hand, looked in her eyes
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| And said, Momma
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| When you’re home
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| I know you’ll be safe
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| Strong enough to see
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| The faith that you believed
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| And in that home
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| Life will have no end
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| I know I’ll see you again
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| In that home
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| In that home
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| In that home |