| Not long ago I was thinking of home
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| And I wondered if Mama was there all alone
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| I thought I’d drop by as I’d done before
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| But the sound from within made me stop at the door
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| She was praying
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| A sound that the world seldom hears
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| Praying, her words were pleading and cear
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| The sound of her vioce as she spoke my name
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| Brought tears to my eyes, My heart filled with shame
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| Praying, praying for someone like me
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| I was walking one night and I felt so alone
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| My heart was weary from the trouble I’d known
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| I hadn’t noticed a church that was near
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| Till the sound from within seemed to fill the air
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| They were praying
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| A sound that the world seldom hears
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| Praying, the children that God loves so dear
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| Outside in the darkness I could not see
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| But I could picture them down on their knees
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| Praying, praying for someone like me
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| Praying, praying for someone like me |