Sweet Ole Claire

The mornings start the same for Claire
With a beat up bible and her favorite chair
A coffee cup by the window pane
With years behind her and time to spare
She folds her hands and bows in prayer
Shedding tears with every whispered name

If these walls could talk
We'd learn of battles fought
Beneath that old tin roof
How each and every prayer
Made lies give in to truth
But we'll never really know what we've been spared
All from a quiet amen and sweet ole Claire

She'll greet you with a gentle smile
And always go the extra mile
To let you know, you've been on her mind
In the little house behind the trees
You'll find her bowed down on her knees
Praying down her list one at a time

If these walls could talk
We'd learn of battles fought
Beneath that old tin roof
How each and every prayer
Made lies give in to truth
But we'll never really know what we've been spared
All from a quiet amen and sweet ole Claire

We'll never really know what we've been spared
All from a quiet amen and sweet ole Claire
From a quiet amen and sweet ole Claire



Credits
Writer(s): Cori Wood
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