| She Cries
Sitting in the back row, a precious little lady,
Waiting oh, so patiently. They say she's over eighty.
She smiles and waves at everyone she sees.
I noticed just last Sunday that precious little lady,
Crying oh, so quietly into her little hanky.
The preacher just kept preaching as he pleased.
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She cries . . . when she hears the name of Jesus.
She cries . . . when they talk of how he died.
Finally I came to realize why she cries.
I finally had the nerve to ask that precious little lady,
Why it is she weeps that way. She had no words to say she,
Smiled at me then slowly turned away.
When again the preaching came that precious little lady,
Folded-in her tired old hands and quietly was praying.
I didn't find out why she cried that day.
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Today I sat beside her, that precious little lady.
I held her hand, she smiled again in her special way she,
Hesitated then she said that maybe,
She'd let me know her secret. I promised not to tell it.
She'd never tell just anyone but said, "It's just as well it's,
"Just that I am Mary and Jesus was my baby."
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