oh Mama. Do you realize?
was I not a beggar? Who got the coat of your king?
am I not now an older woman? Who just wanted to rest at the table of Mama? And sup at your table?
Was I not your lost child at your door. Help me where am I? Lost from her family so many Christmas’s gone away.
Would not god lead me back to your door himself as our king? Is he to busy? To make right on his promises?
Lift up your head for I kept your word. God has heard your every call. And sent your baby girl to deliver the message.
I was honored to be your Christmas guest.
Of all of the gifts. Love is the best.