zaaclindsay
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since 08-12-2009
Posts 103
Ottawa Ontario
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0 posted 08-15-2009 02:18 PM
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In a run down ratty little two room
on the no luck side of town,
Sarah’s curled up cryin'
with her baby in her arms.
She never meant for things to turn out
the way her mama said they would.
Now her boyfriend’s gone,
and she can’t go home,
no matter how she wish she could.
We always say the mission field’s
across the ocean.
We send our money over there,
and just can’t help but smile
We always say the mission field’s
across the ocean
We send our money over there,
but who’s gonna dry her eyes?
Miss Johnson lived her whole life
lovin’ Jesus with a smile.
She'd give her last dime
if she had it,
and had a kiss for every child
But it seems the church forgot her
When her husband up and died.
She hits her knees prayin’, wonderin’
if the food will last this time
We always say the mission field’s
across the ocean.
We send our money over there,
and wake up with a smile.
We always say the mission fields
across the ocean.
We send our money over there,
but who’s gonna dry her eyes?
Mary’s dad knows she’s got problems,
but he just don’t understand.
She got a razor in her bedroom
and you can bet she’s got a plan.
He don’t see her soul’s been bleeding
since her mama passed away.
And in the dead of night she’s cryin',
as she’s rollin’ up her sleeves.
We always say the mission field’s
across the ocean.
We send our money over there,
and just can’t help but smile
We always say the mission field’s
across the ocean
We send our money over there,
but who’s gonna dry her eyes?
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