| While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
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| My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
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| He doesn’t speak good English he’s just a simple man
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| But when he talks to the Lord even a little child can understand
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| I was awful young and reckless the thought still comes to me
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| When I told dad I felt that I was old enough to leave
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| He sat there at the table I looked him on his face
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| He never spoke another word till he said the table grace
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| He said our graceous heavenly father we all gathered here today
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| To give these things of blessings so humbly we pray
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| My oldest son is leaving and I guess he knows what’s best
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| But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
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| And Lord he’s awful neglectful about church on Sunday morn
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| And if he gets with a wrong crowd would you let him hold your arm
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| And if he flies too high would you clip his wings
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| But don’t let him fall too hard I’m sure that you can hand the things
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| Oh I’ve tried my best from day to day to teach him right from wrong
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| He’s grown to be a fine young man Lord but you’ve always blessed our home
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| I just pray for understanding that he won’t build upon the sand
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| But I won’t worry half as much Lord if I know he’s in your hands
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| And oh yeah Lord it won’t be long till I’ll be coming home
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| We’ll have some long talks you and I don’t make me wait too long
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| We beg dear Lord for guidance please cleance us from our sins
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| So we all can meet in heaven in Jesus name amen
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| The table was silent as tears went down my face
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| From that day on I base my life on father’s table grace |