One hundred years ago a little child was born.
They didn’t have much in worldly things, but a loving, happy home.
Because of writings on her heart, she became a good man’s wife,
For lessons learned while she was young would last throughout her life.
How would they know a hundred years ago?
One hundred years ago a little child was born.
She learned to love God with all she had; with Him she was never alone.
She had her share of heartaches, but they didn’t get her down,
She just held her head up high and went another round.
How would they know a hundred years ago?
One hundred years ago a little child was born.
She grew up to womanhood and had children of her own.
In time those children also grew; grandchildren came to be.
Wouldn’t you know? One of them was me.
How could they know a hundred years ago?
One hundred years ago a little child was born,
And now the results for all to see from seeds that she had sown.
She left this world at eighty-eight but her legacy lives on.
If I can follow her footsteps, I know I can’t go wrong.
How could they ever know a hundred years ago?
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