Work is My Prayer

I hear my mama sing her songs
She plays them all day long
Standing by the Rayburn for hours
I smell the sweet baking fruit
Watch her cleaning daddy's boots
As she sips from the teacup with the flowers

Don't think I ever saw her stop
From morn till 9 o clock
She tended to the garden in the rain
At night, when no one was there
I heard her softly say a prayer
A lady with a certain sense of faith

She'd sing
My work is my prayer
If there's a heaven I'll get there
Won't march in the Peacock parade
Cause I can sing with the Lord
We dance behind closed doors
Plus, taking care of you is how I pray

Yeah I knew we were blessed
And reason she got dressed
She'd always make use greet the parish priest
We'd be running home
With our new found holy glow
And Mama would prepare our Sunday feast

She'd sing
My work is my prayer
If there's a heaven I'll get there
Won't march in the Peacock parade
Cause I can sing with the Lord
We dance behind closed doors
Plus, taking care of you is how I pray

Now at the end of the day
When I'm struggle with my faith
And weeks can seem so very long
Hear what my momma used to say
A mother's love is how she prays
I get to singing mama's sacred song

I sing
My work is my prayer
If there's a heaven I'll get there
Won't march in the Peacock parade
Cause I can sing with the Lord
And we dance behind closed doors
Plus, taking care of you is how I pray

I sing
My work is my prayer
If there's a heaven I'll get there
Won't march in the Peacock parade
Cause I can sing with the Lord
And we dance behind closed doors
Plus, taking care of you is how I pray
Yeah, taking care of you is how I pray
Oh, taking care of you is how I pray
Amen



Credits
Writer(s): Katherine Nagy
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