As we sit at the table my family heads bowed low My thoughts return to childhood and the finest man I know He doesn't speak good English he's just a simple man But when he's talkin' to the Lord even a little child can understand I was young and foolish but the thought still comes to me When I told daddy I felt I was old enough to leave He sat there at the table and I looked him on his face But he never spoke another word till he said the table grace He said our graceous heavenly father we all gathered here today To give these things of blessings so humbly we pray Our oldest girl is leaving and I guess she knows what's best But just in case would you stand by and help her to stand the test Lord she's a little bit neglectful about church on Sunday morn And when she gets with a wrong crowd would you let to hold her arm And if she flies too high would you clip her wings But don't let her fall too hard Lord I'm sure you can hand the things I've tried my best from day to day to teach her right from wrong And now she's grown to be a fine young lady and she always blessed our home We pray dear Lord for guidance she won't build upon the sand And we won't worry half as much if we know she's in your hands And oh yes Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home don't make mr wait too long We pray dear Lord for guidance please cleance us from our sins So we can all be together in heaven in Jesus name amen The table was silent as tears ran down my face And from that day on I base my life on father's table graceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
