Father’s Table Grace

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 grace