Father’s Table Grace Skeeter Davis

As we sit at the table
My 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 foolish
But the thought still comes to me
When I told daddy I felt I was old enough to leave
He sat there at the table
And I looked him on his face
But he never spoke another word till he said the table grace

He said our graceous heavenly father
We all gathered here today
To give these things of blessings so humbly
We pray
Our oldest girl is leaving and I guess she knows what's best
But just in case
Would you stand by and help her to stand the test

Lord, she's a little bit neglectful about church on Sunday morn
And when she gets with a wrong crowd
Would you let to hold her arm
And if she flies too high
Would you clip her wings
But don't let her fall too hard
Lord, I'm sure you can hand the things