There was a home in town
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Where broken kids, the lost & found
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Would come from miles around
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Just to see, what love was all about
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'Cause Momma had a way of makin' things okay
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She'd cook us our favorite meal
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Sit and listen to how we feel
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Oh, how the pain was real
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How many families what the devil steal?
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Momma had a way of makin' things okay
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In that home
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We knew we were safe
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To be young enough to dream
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Find the faith to believe
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And in that home
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Love, it had no end
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It's where we learned to forgive
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In that home
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Momma always had the music on
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Sometimes loud, sometimes soft
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When I asked her 'bout her favorite song
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She opened the bible to the book of Psalms
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She always found a way to talk about grace
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In that home
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We knew we were safe
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To be young enough to dream
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Find the faith to believe
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And in that home
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Love, it had no end
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That's where we learned to forgive
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In that home
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And on that day I got the news
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That Momma's stay here was almost through
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I stayed all night by her side
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Held her hand, looked in her eyes
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And said, Momma
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When you're home
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I know you'll be safe
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Strong enough to see
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The faith that you believed
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And in that home
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Life will have no end
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I know I'll see you again
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In that home
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That Home
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