Jesus loves me
this I know
‘cos my mummy told me so
in the sun and on the snow
right up high and way down low
with me everywhere I go.
My mummy died
a year ago:
I miss her and I’ve cried
a lot:
but she’s still with me, too.
just like Jesus, at the zoo,
at school and if I fall and graze
in happy times and on sad days.
but it’s different in some ways.
Now I can’t remember
what her face was like
can’t feel her touch
and I miss Jesus’, too:
Yes, it’s her smile and eyes I’ve lost,
her arms around me now …
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