Tytuł: Father's table grace

• Wykonawca: Ferlin Husky
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   While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
  My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
  He doesn't speak good English he's just a simple man
  But when he talks to the Lord even a little child can understand
  I was awful young and reckless the thought still comes to me
  When I told dad I felt that I was old enough to leave
  He sat there at the table I looked him on his face
  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
  My oldest son is leaving and I guess he knows what's best
  But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
  And Lord he's awful neglectful about church on Sunday morn
  And if he gets with a wrong crowd would you let him hold your arm
  And if he flies too high would you clip his wings
  But don't let him fall too hard I'm sure that you can hand the things
  Oh I've tried my best from day to day to teach him right from wrong
  He's grown to be a fine young man Lord but you've always blessed our home
  I just pray for understanding that he won't build upon the sand
  But I won't worry half as much Lord if I know he's in your hands
  And oh yeah Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home
  We'll have some long talks you and I don't make me wait too long
  We beg dear Lord for guidance please cleance us from our sins
  So we all can meet in heaven in Jesus name amen
  The table was silent as tears went down my face
  From that day on I base my life on father's table grace