Letra da Música Father's Table Grace de Flatt And Scruggs

As we sit at our table our family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood and the finest man I know
He doesn't speak good English he's just a simple man
But when he's talkin' to the Lord even a little child can understand
I was young and reckless the thought still comes to me
When I told my dad I felt I was old enough to leave
He sat there at the table and I looked him on his face
And he never spoke another word till he said the table grace
He said our graceous heavenly father we all gathered here today
To give the things for blessings so humble we pray
My oldest son is leaving but I'm sure he knows what's best
But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
Lord he's awful neglectful about church on Sunday morn
And if he gets with a wrong crowd would you let him hold your arm
And if he flies too high would you clip his wings
But don't let him fall too hard I'm sure you can hand the things
I've tried my best from day to day to teach him right from wrong
And he's grown to be a fine young man and he always blessed our home
We pray dear Lord for guidance that he won't build upon the sand
But I won't worry half as much if I know he's in your hands
And oh yes Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home
Don't make me wait too long
We pray dear Lord for guidance please cleance us from our sins
So we can all be together in heaven in Jesus name amen
The table was silent as tears went down my face
And from that day on I base my life on father's table grace