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

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

And now she's grown to be a fine young lady and she always blessed our home

We pray dear Lord for guidance she won't build upon the sand

And we won't worry half as much if we know she's in your hands

And oh yes Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home don't make mr 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 ran down my face

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