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Mountain Of Prayers

I was born a sinner and my daddy prayed.

 

Every night of the week that my soul would be saved.

 

He gave all he could of his hard working hands.

 

Trying so hard, to keep me out of jams.

 

He did the best job he could, I know he did.

 

What did I know, I was just a kid.

 

 

My son is a sinner, still everyone cares.

 

When he goes before Christ, it'll be on a mountain of prayers.

 

His heart has been filled with solid gold.

 

I know his soul, has not yet been sold.

 

Weather it be greed or envy, I do not know.

 

His love for the lord, has begun to show.

 

 

I have worked hard for most of my life.

 

The more I want the harder I strive.

 

Still people are bothering me.

 

They say, "Come to the lord and you will see."

 

I cannot believe in something that is not there.

 

They say, "Let the Lord in and he will care."

 

 

In times of trouble, and times of need.

 

The Bible is where, most people will read.

 

If the Lord is the one you try to seek.

 

Believe in His word, and his blood you shall drink.

 

I tell you all, children of God.

 

Discipline the child, but do not spare the rod.

 

 

Before my daddy had past away.

 

I told him something, that made his day.

 

I disciplined the child, and didn't spare the rod.

 

And in the end, the child believed in God.

 

You see I am the child, I cleansed my soul.

 

Now God is in my heart, and I feel whole.

 

 

My daddy is in heaven, high above.

 

I reflect upon my life, and all of his love.

 

I believe in the lord, I know he is there.

 

When I see all the people, It is them that care.

 

Satan always temps me, he always dares.

 

When I go before Christ, It'll be on a mountain of prayers.

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