When Daddy prays, the house gets still;
His voice is slow and deep.
We shut our eyes; the clock ticks loud.
So quiet we must keep.
When Daddy prays, he doesn’t use
Those words the preacher does.
He prays for...
Little ears are listening;
Little minds run wild;
Trying to be like Mom or Dad,
Comes natural for a child.
They want to do the things you do,
And say the things you say;
They’re watching and they’re listening,