My sister's little boy came into the kitchen
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One evening while she was fixing supper
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And he handed her a piece paper
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He had been writing on
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And after wiping her hands on an apron
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She took it in her hands and she read it
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And this is what it said
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For mowing the yard, five dollars
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And for making up my own bed this week, one dollar
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For going to the store, fifty cents
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And playing with little brother while you went shopping, twenty-five cents
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Taking out the trash, one dollar
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And for getting a good report card, five dollars
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And for raking the yard, two dollars
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Total owed, fourteen seventy-five
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Well, she looked at him standing there and expecting
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And a thousand memories flashed through her mind
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So she picked up pen and turned the paper over
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And this is what she wrote
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For the 9 months I carried you
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Holding inside me, no charge
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For the nights I sat up with you
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Doctored you, prayed for you, no charge
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For the time and the tears and the costs through the years
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There is no charge
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When you add it all up the full cost of my love
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Is no charge
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For the nights filled with gray
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And the worries ahead, no charge
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For the advice and the knowledge
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And the costs of your college, no charge
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For the toys, food and clothes
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And for wiping your nose there's no charge son
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When you add it all up the full cost of my love
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Is no charge
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Well, you know when I think about that
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I think about the day that Jesus went out on Calvary
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And gave His life as a ransom for me
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When I think on the words, if any man be in Christ, he's a new creature
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I like to think about the very minute that He shed His blood
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My debt was paid in full
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And I want you to know today
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When you add it all up the full cost of real love is no charge
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No Charge
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| Shirley Caesar |
