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pray

If My people called by My name
If they'll humble themselves and pray
If My people called by My name
If they'll humble themselves and pray
I used to mark the calendar and watch the days go by
For the pretty little snowflakes to fall down from the sky
And when they'd whiten
from pure neglect
Is it too dead to resurrect
Lord, if these walls could talk they'd pray

Two little hands folded tight by her bedside
Asking Jesus
the family secret of her mystery

Whispers, how they sound like raindrops.
Hush now, we'll make it alright.
She's framed by the front porch light.
Uh huh,
and
Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?
Be crooked beginnin' of my endin'
Why is my mind spinnin? I'll say hey, fuck it
My family ain't livin'
of the day, Lord I pray 
I have a life that's good

Two arms around me
Heaven to ground me
And a family that always calls me home

Four wheels to get
of the day, Lord I pray 
I have a life that's good

Two arms around me
Heaven to ground me
And a family that always calls me home

Four wheels to get
still wet on your face
And no one wants to pray for your safe journey home

Out beyond the desert, across the mountains by the fall
Servants who leave
Christmas to me is wherever she might be
Singing carols with the choir, hanging stocking by the fire
Making Christmas bows, hanging mistletoe
I go to sleep and I pray
For my kids
For my wife
Family life
Yeah
consequences when will they ever learn?
Every night seeing dead faces of the friends and family
Burn no on will be saved to the will of God enslaved will I
the dusty trail.
Seventeen years not over a day
Like children in the wild.
Your mother's milk still wet on your face
And no one to pray for your safe
the dusty trail.
Seventeen years not over a day
Like children in the wild.
Your mother's milk still wet on your face
And no one to pray for your safe
the dusty trail.
Seventeen years not over a day
Like children in the wild.
Your mother's milk still wet on your face
And no one to pray for your safe
I s'till hear mama praying
I s'till hear mama praying
And the prayers that she prayed
They're s'till keeping me day by day
Oh I s'till hear mama
From where you sit you cannot see it
No one watches anyway
No one stops to listen for it
Covered by the sounds of day

But we each play our own part
crazy war

Some politicians
Are born without hearts
They declare new borders
Tear families apart
You came into my life many years ago
I pray
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

[Chorus]

I pray the day will never
hands raise to pray the Lord.

These hands won the heart of my loved one,
And with hers they were never alone.
If these hands filled their task,
Then
woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

[Chorus]

I pray the day will never
woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

[Chorus]

I pray the day will never
{Say, say, say say kid, what time is it?}

T-talk

T, jumpin' on the M I see
To promote talk in a family
You say parents don't understand
Yo, that's
be peace in the valley for me, dear Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
No trouble, trouble I see
There will be peace in the valley for me
woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

[Chorus]

I pray the day will never