An Answered Prayer
Somewhere in a lonely bedroom a little child prays to the Lord,
Lord, please bring my daddy home and let our little home Sir please be restored.
She said Lord my daddy drinks too much and that causes all the fights,
Cause when he’s not drinking everything seems to be alright.
She said Lord if you could, could you make that stuff taste really bad,
So my daddy wouldn’t drink it, and my mommy wouldn’t be so sad.
I can remember she said when my mommy use to smile,
But she said Lord I know You know it’s been quite awhile.
She said Lord I sure do miss my daddy when he’d tuck me into bed,
And tell me sweet dreams princess and kiss me on my head.
And pull the covers up to my neck and then turn off the light,
Lord I sure miss my daddy, would You please talk with him tonight.
In a lonely motel room on the other side of town, a daddy drops to his knees,
And cries out to the Lord, help me oh Lord please,
Lord please forgive me I need and miss my wife and child,
Lord I want to change, I need to reconcile.
Well he picks up the phone and he talks with her and says he’s been such a louse,
And tells her he doesn’t know what happened but he can’t stand the taste of liquor
anymore, and none will ever be brought into the house.
She tells him that she still loves him but she just couldn’t take the way he was anymore,
And that she was willing to meet him half way to the door.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2009
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