| Oh, I was just a young one
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| When I heard my mother pray
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| I’d never fall away
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| And where we came from
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| We didn’t have much
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| But she knew the secret to having everything
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| And she prayed, take this child of mine
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| Keep him in Your hands
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| And now I’m 33
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| Looking at this path behind me
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| And all You’ve brought me through
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| And I’ve made my mistakes
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| I’ve caused my share of heartache
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| But I have seen a mother’s prayer come true
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| Oh, Lord my heart still belongs to You
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| Now I look on those young lives
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| Stare in those precious eyes
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| And I understand why my mother prayed for us
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| She never gave up
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| And I know her prayers for me
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| They taught me to believe
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| So I pray, take this child of mine
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| And let me live to hear them say
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| I’m 33
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| Looking at this path behind me
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| And all You’ve brought me through
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| And I’ve made my mistakes
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| I’ve caused my share of heartache
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| But I have seen a father’s prayer come true
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| Oh, Lord my heart still belongs to You
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| Oh, I’m 33 and God I see how much I need you now
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| And there’s a prayer that carries me through every day
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| Of doubt
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| Lord, I want to be the kind of man who passes down
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| A legacy of faith and love that’s never burning out
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| Oh, I’m 33 and I still feel those prayers around me
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| And all they’ve brought me through |