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Bessie can still remember
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Like it was yesterday
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She watched her husband, Oliver
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Kneel in the church and pray
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That was what she had been hoping for
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Still she was so surprised
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Was that a glow upon his face
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Or just the tears in her eyes
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He¡¯d always been a quiet man
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Everyone saw the change
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Reaching to take a stranger¡¯s hand
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Asking to know their name
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Sunday mornings they¡¯d be in church
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And after the pastor prayed
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Year after year with a voice so dear
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Bessie would hear him say
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CHORUS:
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"This is where I met Jesus
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I heard him calling my name
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I was so glad to meet Him
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He was so glad I came"
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Oh, how she misses Oliver
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Now that she lives alone
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One night while they were sound asleep
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The angels took her love home
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Oh, how she cried, there were no goodbyes
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It seemed he was gone so soon
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Then one night she heard his voice
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When she walked into their room
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CHORUS (repeat)
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Bessie¡¦one day you¡¯ll do the same
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where I met Jesus
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| Ray Boltz |
