She's Eccentric You Know

Behind clean cupped hands
They whisper words low,
"What an odd person she is,
She's eccentric you know."

Wearing an old ragged shirt,
With blue jeans cut low,
Her hair is uncombed and tumbled,
"She's eccentric you know."

Her children are sometimes unwashed,
With too many pets in tow,
She doesn't seem to notice,
"She's eccentric you know."

Her house is mostly in shambles,
Her cleaning doesn't show,
She's much too busy living,
"She's eccentric you know."

Someday they all will gather
To hear the pastor's word so slow,
"She lived her life for others,
She was eccentric you know."

Her children in their anguish
With their heads hanging low
Will hear those words with pride,
"She was eccentric you know."

And one day there will gladly be
Another brow on which to bestow
Those words now borne so proudly
"She's eccentric you know."