I brushed some pine needles off of memories today My fingers traced a stone etched with a date and a name. Of 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, I’ll 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 need You knew that you could count on them to be down on their knees.
To our heroes on the faith, There’s something that we all would like 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
And when that day comes and all things will be revealed And our Father lets us see with open eyes. We will understand that we were carried on the wings Of the prayers of faithful people in our lives.