I brushed some pine needles off of memories today
My fingers traced a stone, etched with a date and a name
Of a simple country lady, so gentle yet so strong
Her memory floods my heart as I recall

She didn't have a lot, but there was something that she knew
And it meant the world when she would say "Son, Ill pray for you"
And whenever she would kneel beside her little rocking chair
She'd turn her simple home into a holy house of prayer

And though she's gone away
There's something that I really want to say

Thank you for praying, praying for me
I never could repay the time you spent down on your knees
I'm where I am today because you chose to pray and intercede
Thank you for praying, praying for me

Everyone has someone in your life you can recall
A constant source of strength for you whenever you would fall
And when you felt so lonely in times of desperate needs
You knew that you could count on them to be down on their knees

To our heroes of the faith
There's something that we all would love to say

Thank you for praying, praying for me
I never could repay the time you spent down on your knees
I'm where I am today because you chose to pray and intercede
Thank you for praying

And when that day comes and all things will be revealed
And our Father lets us see with open eyes
He will understand that we were carried on the wings
Of the prayers of faithful people in our lives

Thank you for praying, praying for me
I never could repay the time you spent down on your knees
I'm where I am today because you chose to pray and intercede
Thank you for praying, praying for me

Holy, holy