| I brushed some pine needles
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| Off of memories today
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| My fingers traced a stone
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| Etched with a date and a name
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| Of a simple country lady
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| So gentle yet so strong
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| Her memory floods my heart as I recall
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| She didn’t have a lot
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| But there was something that she knew
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| And it meant the world when she would say
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| «Son, I’ll pray for you»
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| And whenever she would kneel
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| Beside her little rocking chair
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| She’d turn her simple home
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| Into a holy house of prayer
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| And though she’s gone away
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| There’s something that I really want to say
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| Thank you for praying
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| Praying for me
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| I never could repay the time
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| You spent down on your knees
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| I’m where I am today
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| Because you chose to pray and intercede
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| Thank you for praying
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| Praying for me
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| Everyone has someone
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| In your life you can recall
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| A constant source of strength for you
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| Whenever you would fall
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| And when you felt so lonely
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| In times of desperate need
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| You knew that you could count on them
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| To be down on their knees
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| To our heroes of the faith
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| There’s something that we all would love to say
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| Thank you for praying
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| Praying for me
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| I never could repay the time
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| You spent down on your knees
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| I’m where I am today
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| Because you chose to pray and intercede
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| Thank you for praying
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| And when that day comes
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| And all things will be revealed
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| And our Father lets us see with open eyes
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| He will understand
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| That we were carried on the wings
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| Of the prayers of faithful people in our lives
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| Thank you for praying
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| Praying for me
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| I never could repay the time
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| You spent down on your knees
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| I’m where I am today
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| Because you chose to pray and intercede
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| Thank you for praying
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| Praying for me
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| For me, for me |