While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low

My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know

He doesn't speak good English he's just a simple man

But when he talks to the Lord even a little child can understand

I was awful young and reckless the thought still comes to me

When I told dad I felt that I was old enough to leave

He sat there at the table I looked him on his face

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

My oldest son is leaving and I guess he knows what's best

But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test

And 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 that you can hand the things

Oh I've tried my best from day to day to teach him right from wrong

He's grown to be a fine young man Lord but you've always blessed our home

I just pray for understanding that he won't build upon the sand

But I won't worry half as much Lord if I know he's in your hands

And oh yeah Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home

We'll have some long talks you and I don't make me wait too long

We beg dear Lord for guidance please cleance us from our sins

So we all can meet in heaven in Jesus name amen

The table was silent as tears went down my face

From that day on I base my life on father's table grace