If they never chant my name
if I never reach acclaim
If i get lost in a crowd
If my presence doesn’t scream out loud
It doesn’t matter, not at all,
if from a platform my name they do not call.
But if I find a man of God,
have a home, am humbly shod
If every morning I wake next to him,
my life will be filled to the brim.
If I have children who call me mama,
Who hug me tight in their pajama
If i raise up warriors
arrows of God
If i comfort myself with staff and rod
I know that in the end, in peace I’ll rest,
That in God’s eyes, I did my best.