I wrote Momma’s Song in honor of my Mother who went to be with the Lord in 1995. My Mother was a dear saint of God and loved the Lord and her children with all her heart. Mother was always there when we needed her and kept us in church in spite of very difficult circumstances, having an abusive and alcoholic father who tried several means to hinder her from taking us to church.

     My mother was a driving force in my ministry and supported me in everything I tried to do. Back in 1995, my mother entered the hospital in Knoxville Tennessee and was diagnosed with liver disease that was irreversible. Mother remained on medications for a year and finally the disease overcame her. Mother was in the hospital and lapsed into a coma. My sister and I sat with Mom for seven days and it looked like God was ready to take her. I told my sister that I needed to go home and check on a few things and get some clean clothes.

     On my way home, I was so distressed and began to pray. I asked God if it would be his will, to have Mother wake up just one more time and sing with me the old gospel songs we shared together for many, many years. I arrived home and as soon as I stepped in the house the phone rang. It was my sister on the phone. I immediately asked her in terror if Mother had gone? My sister told me that the Doctor had come into the room and asked me to hold on. I heard noise on the other end and all of a sudden I heard a precious voice on the other end, it was Momma.

     She wanted to know where I was and to get back there now. Being one to always mind my Momma, I flew back to the hospital. When I left her earlier, my Momma was in a coma and very gray and ashed, but when I stepped in the room again, she was all pink and pretty. I walked in and she said,” Where have you been?” I was in shock and didn’t answer. Momma looked at me and said,” Well if you ain’t gonna answer, then get over here and let’s sing!

     Wow! We sang for hours, just me and her until late in the evening. It began to get late and Momma was starting to tire so I suggested to Momma that she rest a while and she agreed. Momma died the following morning at 8:05 a.m. Thank God for allowing me to sing once more with Momma!