James King - These Old Pictures lyrics

I found them Sunday morning in a bible by her bed All laced between the pages full of scriptures Momma read With each picture I would find a verse that she had underlined And from the grave my Momma spoke to me With these picturesThat Momma left behind These old pictures of love and better times As I hold her memory I can't hold back the tears That fall like rain On these old pictures I slowly turned the pages As I read these lines Blessed is the precious gift that's love throughout all times In my hand I could see A picture of Momma holding me I heard her say I love you one last time