A Little Prayer

The day was coming to the end,
As she crawled upon my lap.
Dirty face and sleepy eyes,
As she tightly hugged my neck.
Daddy don't you think it's time,
To take me to my bed.
As I lay her down to sleep,
She says Daddy don't forget.
Get down on your knees,
And help me with my prayer.
On bended knees by her bed,
This is our prayer.

We pray dear Lord,
Our soul you'll keep,
As we go off to sleep.
May angels watch us,
Through the night,
And keep bad dreams away.
And wake us,
With the morning light,
So I can be with Dad.
Now all this is,
Is a little prayer,
That I have taught my kids.

Time has passed,
And she has grown.
Now she has a family,
All her own.
The phone rang,
The other night,
As it was time for bed.
Daddy don't you think,
It's time to tuck me in.
On Bended knees,
And on the phone,
This is what we said.

We pray dear Lord,
Our soul you'll keep,
As we go off to sleep.
May angels watch us,
Through the night,
And keep bad dreams away.
And wake us,
With the morning light,
So we can talk again.
Now all this is,
Is a little prayer,
That i have taught my kids

As I lay here in this bed,
The kids all gathered around.
It is getting very close,
To the time I must go.
With sad faces and teary eyes,
They get down on their knees.
I can hear the words they say,
As I drift off to sleep.
It is the little prayer,
That I have taught my kids.
As I walk through Heaven's Gate,
They are on their knees.

We pray dear Lord,
Dad's soul you'll keep,
As he goes off to sleep.
May angels watch him,
Through the night,
As he walks those streets of gold.
And wake him,
With God's sweet love,
As Mom shows him the Throne.
Now all this is,
Is a little prayer,
That we pray for Dad.

Songwriter: Louie Armstrong

Music by Gary Williams

COPYRIGHTED 1999 Gary's Music BMI

"THERE'S A WAR GOING ON"

There is a picture of my wife

On the living room wall.

I see the pictures of the kids,

As I walk down the hall.

Our two girls are married,

They live so far away.

Our son lives at home,

Trying to find his own way.

There's a war going on

Outside our front door.

The waves are crashing in,

Onto our peaceful shore.

The pushers and the dealers,

Creep into my son's dreams.

They're stealing my son's childhood

Like a thief in the night.

For one fleeting moment,

They make him believe,

They have all of the answers,

For all his hopes and dreams,

They make their livings,

On heartbreak and pain.

They won't even let him

Keep his very own name.

I'm so proud of the fight

That he has fought and won.

One day he said to me, Dad,

I didn't do it all alone.

I met that old friend that

You often talk about.

Dad, I can tell you now,

That I'm on solid ground.

And never again, Dad,

Will I hold my head down,

Dad, I'm so very glad,

I'm on solid ground.

Songwriter: Louie Armstrong

Music by Gary Williams