Written by: Tob Ctosby&Kelly Shiver&Ray Stephenson (BMI&ASCAP)

I've seen her give her last dollars to a stranger on the street
And do without a dress she wantedso we would have enough to eat
When the ladies at the garden club looked down their noses at her
I watched her turn the other cheek without a bitter word

Chorus
Mama was alot like Jesus
The way she lived and loved
A blessed sent from heaven up above
She would pray for our forgiveness
And sacrifice for us
Mama was alot like Jesus

She could stretch a bag of groceries for two weeks to keep us fed
She could take an old potted plant and raise it from the dead
Her words were like a healing touch when we had a broken heart
And when I wrestled with the devil, shel led me through the dark

Repeat Chorus

I've got my Daddy's eyes, I've got my Daddy's hair
But, I hope my mama's heart is inside me somewhere