Knowing She Prays For Me
Lifes backroads, have left my halo....A little dusty
And there's scars on my heart, I'll carry...To my grave
Every Sunday, I see her, two pews away
I refer to her, as my saving grace
And I give thanks, knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
Cause I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
She lifts up her words.... to Heaven
And In silence, I believe she asks
If the Lord, will watch over
And straighten all our paths
She sends her blessings on high
And I hope she truly believes
It's an honor, in knowing......
Knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, with just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
It's my honor to do life with her
I'm not sure why, but I believe that she concurs
Its a blessing to know
Know she prays for me........
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2018
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