Mama, rest your mind.
I found a lover, she's gentle and kind.
Finally it's the last in kind,
So mama, rest your mind.
Mama, calm your nerves.
It could be so much worse.
If this love's the devil's curse,
I don't want your cure.
If your old good book says its true
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew.
If it feels this painful and pure,
I will reckon you.
All you ask for is family.
I've had your fists, your love, your suffering.
All these years of coming clean,
but never heard or seen.
If your old good book says it's true,
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew.
If it feels this painful and pure,
I will reckon you.
Mama, dry your eyes.
Forget about the fire.
Look how my face smiles and shines.
Can you learn to know your child?
If your old good book says it's true,
Back of your knees locked to the seat of the pew.
If it feels this painful and pure,
I will reckon you.
I will reckon you.
I will reckon you.