| A house not a home was a picture Satan painted
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| For sweet little sister and me
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| Our Daddy would frown while Mother was praying
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| His heart was so hardened that he would not believe
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| In anger he’d swear, his voice cold and loud
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| His Sundays were spent down with the gambling crowd
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| I’ve never seen my Daddy inside the house of God
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| For Satan held his hand down the path of sin he trod
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| Not long ago our circle was broken
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| When God called our Mother one night
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| In a voice sweet and low, her last words were spoken
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| Asking our Daddy to raise her children right
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| The angels rejoiced in Heaven last night
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| I heard my Daddy praying, «Dear God, make it right»
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| He was smiling and singing with tears in his eyes
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| While mother with the angels rejoiced last night
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| While mother with the angels rejoiced last night |