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Mama, There are so many, many
people who are thankful for you For you have fervently prayed the souls
of thousands through When I was your little girl, I often
caught you crying But no matter what the situation you
never stopped trying Your first-born child, Bettye, was not
expected to live But you spoke to God saying, "This child
to You, I’ll give" So God spared the premature baby and
He made her well God always came through for you—He
hath never failed. You have suffered much sorrow, sickness,
pain and trouble But because of your faithfulness, God
has blessed you double You have conducted many holy revivals
from week to week And God has used you miraculously, yet
you’re holy and meek. Sinners have seen visions of you lovingly
warning men They’ve returned to church with
testimonies of deliverance from sin Today they stand in pulpits as the messengers
of God They proclaim to the world that they
have a change of heart You have displayed the strength and
faith of Deborah showing no fear When you rescued your second son, the
one so very dear You entered back into your home as it
was swiftly burning down You brought him out of danger until
he was safe and safe. One the night of the terrible fire I
saw you sitting there Reading your holy bible, my little eyes
gave you a stare But you did not notice me there, I was
only age three You guided my brother to holiness after
this awful tragedy. You have Queen Esther’s wisdom
and Disciple Tabitha’s skill You have the beauty of Sarah and a righteousness
that’s real The creator gave you great visions when
you were very small A little white lamb appeared at your
feet confirming your call. When I was severely ill and the doctor’s
gave me up to die You made a solemn request to God that
he would not deny There’s no one else quite like
you, Mother, no, not any other You’re truly awesome, Love, you’re
more than just a mother. Dorphine Byrd-Cooper "A PRECIOUS JEWEL" I have not met a woman yet Who has done what she has I have not seen one so clean Who has done what she has I do not know one so whole Who has done what she has From a child alone, abandoned To a woman anointed of God She has put forth her life As sacrifice to her Lord. Severe childhood mistreatments She placed her hands in Christ And told Him, "If you save me, I will dedicate to you my life." This is why she's pressed on In spite of all the lies And held on to God's Hands No matter how Satan tries. She stands firm on God's word She prays the sinners through She helps the lost find Jesus She knows how and what to do. She teaches strong the word of God And her life is spiritually led She has not respect of persons Many she has blessed and fed. I have not yet met anyone Who shows so much care To her most vicious enemies Of whom she's quite aware. She continues to nourish her children Her motto is "To Go through" Thank God for our First Lady She's faithful and she's true. A precious jewel she's called What a way for us she has paved Ministries would not exist today If she had not been saved. For if not for our First Lady Where would we and others be As a girl she prayed for our pastor And God joined them for this ministry.
"PERRY" Death's spirit was in the house We could feel it in the air Yet we were totally unprepared We were unaware I, at the age of three And Perry, being only five Did not know the terror Of what would soon arrive. Mother must have felt it Some unseen dreadful power For I can clearly remember her Quietly reading her bible. Timed moved on and on And my father left the house. My brother, Lo, left with him The horror will now arouse… All of sudden came a burst of fire The fire grew fierce and wild. Mother struggled to rescue us. Marve Nell grabbed the child. Safe and sound, we felt As we sit upon the ground But somehow not relieved In some way we were bound. Then we heard a distressed cry Who could this possibly be? Hadn't Perry left with father and Lo? Or could this cry be he? With the house full of flames And the memory days before Mother by her faith in God Walked thru the flaming door. She searched the smoke-filled house For her eyes could not see Then she came upon Perry By God, they came out free. Five year old Perry asked Mother What must I do or say. For I want to give my life to Jesus And live for Him every day. And Mother said to Perry "Go to him and pray". He, being only five years old Knew not what words to say. Mother told him: "Say, save me Lord" And Perry said the same In the beauty of Holiness He was saved in Jesus Name. 12/2/76 Copyright © 1998-2011, Cooper Ministries Publishing (CMP). All rights reserved.
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