Mama.
“I hear Your voice and I catch my breath / Well done my child enter in and rest / As tears of joy roll down my cheeks / It’s beautiful beyond my wildest dreams
I want to run on greener pastures / I want to dance on higher hills / I want to drink from sweeter waters / In the misty morning chill / And my soul is getting restless / For the place where I belong / I can’t wait to join the angels and sing my heaven song”
On Saturday morning, February 3rd, my mother, Lori Green, found eternal peace.
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Take care of my baby girl for me, mama.
I'll miss you forever and love you for always.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
— Psalm 121:1-2
