On Bended Knee

As a child my father taught me how to pray, on fields of green and sun filled day. I bow down on bended knee, out stretched hands for God to see. Dressed for battle I search my heart, my spirit, my soul, my body take part. I praise and worship the great I am, for in his presence resides the lion and the lamb. I cry aloud, for heaven I breach, the lost and the broken within my reach. As a child my father taught me how to pray, on fields of green and sun filled day.