Your sewing room’s all cluttered
With the things you had to keep
A chest of dog-eared photographs
The desk that Dad bought cheap.
There’s priceless junk to pack away
As far as I can see
Each dusty relic takes me back
To how it used to be.

‘Cause you clothed my body,
Made my bed.
Loaned your faith to me
When mine was nearly dead.
You praised Sweet Jesus
With your last dying breath
And I inherited
Your life after death.

The grandkids got your chin line
Our oldest got your eyes
The baby wears your flawless smile
He hardly ever cries.
Dad can have our attic room
That’s if his heart allows
The world goes on without you here,
I just can’t figure how.

‘Cause you clothed my body,
Made my bed.
Loaned your faith to me
When mine was nearly dead.
You praised Sweet Jesus
With your last dying breath
And I inherited
Your life after death.

So deep down in my soul I hold
Your greatest legacy
Yes, even though your body’s gone
Your spirit lives in me.

‘Cause you clothed my body,
Made my bed.
Loaned your faith to me
When mine was nearly dead
You praised Sweet Jesus
With your last dying breath
I inherited your life after death
I inherited life….. after death.