My sisters little boy came into the kitchen One evening while she was fixing supper And he handed her a piece paper He had been writing on And after wiping her hands on an apron She took it in her hands and she read it And this is what it said For mowing the yard, five dollars And for making up my own bed this week, one dollar For going to the store, fifty cents And playing with little brother while you went shopping, twenty-five cents Taking out the trash, one dollar And for getting a good report card, five dollars And for raking the yard, two dollars Total owed, fourteen seventy-five Well, she looked at him standing there and expecting And a thousand memories flashed through her mind So she picked up pen and turned the paper over And this is what she wrote For the 9 months I carried you Growing inside me, no charge For the nights I sat up with you Doctored and prayed for you, no charge For the time and the tears and the costs through the years There is no charge When you add it all up the real cost of my love Is no charge For the nights filled with dred And the worries ahead, no charge For the advice and the knowledge And the costs of your college, no charge For the toys, food and clothes And for wiping your nose theres no charge son When you add it all up the real cost of my love Is no charge Well, you know when I think about that I think about the day that Jesus went out on Calvary And gave His life as a ransom for me When I think on the words, if any man be in Christ, hes a new creature I like to think about the very minute that He shed His blood My debt was paid in full And I want you to know today When you add it all up the real cost of real love is no charge youtube/watch?v=lQ-uahV6hAY
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 14:52:01 +0000