My Mother's Prayers
by Hollis Reed · Gospel/Christian · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
gospel, folk, acoustic, piano, hopeful
Prompt
folk pop worship, acoustic guitar, piano, hand claps, group vocals, gentle raspy male lead, hopeful and uplifting
Lyrics
We were sortin' through her things the week after she was gone Her old Bible, cracked and taped, with her readin' glasses on A page slipped out from the Psalms in her slanted cursive line A list of names she prayed for, mine was first, and underlined Next to it in pencil, a date for every year "Still waiting," "still waiting," then one that just said "Here" My mother's prayers Were holdin' me up when I didn't know they were there Every road I ran, every night I didn't care I was carried by my mother's prayers There's my brother, there's Miss Ada from the choir, the mailman's oldest son Some she crossed out with a little word, "answered," one by one And some are still left open, names she never got to close So I folded up the paper and I put it in my coat I don't pray the way she did, I stumble and I stall But I read her list each mornin', and I say them, one and all My mother's prayers Were holdin' me up when I didn't know they were there Every road I ran, every night I didn't care I was carried by my mother's prayers Mama, I started my own list My daughter's name is at the top In my own crooked hand And I'm never gonna stop My mother's prayers Were holdin' me up when I didn't know they were there Every road I ran, every night I didn't care I was carried by my mother's prayers Now somebody's carried by my prayers One and all, one and all I say their names, one and all