Father's Table Grace

As we sit at our table our 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 reckless the thought still comes to me

When I told my dad I felt I was old enough to leave

He sat there at the table and I looked him on his face

And he never spoke another word till he said the table grace

He said our graceous heavenly father we all gathered here today

To give the things for blessings so humble we pray

My oldest son is leaving but I'm sure he knows what's best

But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test

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 you can hand the things

I've tried my best from day to day to teach him right from wrong

And he's grown to be a fine young man and he always blessed our home

We pray dear Lord for guidance that he won't build upon the sand

But I won't worry half as much if I know he's in your hands

And oh yes Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home

Don't make me 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 went down my face

And from that day on I base my life on father's table grace