Dust On Mother`s Bible

<br>There`s dust on mother`s Bible its pages`re worn with age<br>And though it`s old and wrinkled mama`s there on every page<br>The night the angels called her mama called me to her side<br>And she handed me her old Bible said son let this be your guide<br>Now I picked up mama`s old Bible and to my heart I pressed it tight<br>And I thought I could hear her whisper ever so gently<br>Son I`ll meet you on the other side<br>I kissed my mama`s old Bible and I wiped away the dust<br>Oh you`ll never know until she`s gone how you miss your mother`s love