This is a song in memory of my mom, who went to the Lord in the summer of 2017. The lyrics need little or no explaining. In her final earthly residence, she could just look out the window and see the mountains in the west. She loved Cheyenne and Laramie, Wyoming, where we lived in the early 60’s. Windsor, Colorado is just an hour’s drive north to Cheyenne. Also an hour’s drive west to Estes Park, where she saw our dad baptized after decades of prayer for him. The tears refer mostly to losing the love of her life the year before. The prayers are a reference to the fact she prayed every day for each member of the family, a responsibility now passed on to her children.
My momma loved the Rockies
Until her dyin’ days
They rose majestic to the skies
Like mighty songs of praise
A glimpse of God’s own glory
That cannot be denied
Yes, my momma loved the Rockies
Until the day she died.
My dad made her a promise
That one day they’d see again
The land near old Wyoming
That beckoned like a friend
In Windsor, Colorado
The mountains stood so near
And whispered of the memories
Forever they held dear.
My momma loved the Rockies
Until the day she died
A testament of strength and hope
Amidst the tears she cried
Like channels to the heavens
For the many prayers she prayed
Oh, my momma loved the Rockies
Until her dyin’ days.
Copyright © 2019 Lawrence Keith Holder
(Larry Holder Music, ASCAP)
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