While we sit at the table, our family's 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 talking to the Lord, even a little child can understand

I was young and reckless, but the thought still comes to me
When I told my dad I felt I was old enough to leave
He sat there at the table, and I looked him on his face
He never spoke another word till he said the table grace

He said, Our gracious Heavenly Father, we're all gathered here today
To give Thee thanks for blessings, so humbly we pray
My oldest son is leavin', I'm sure he knows what's best
But just in case, would you stand by, and help him stand the test?

Lord, he's awful neglectful about church on Sunday morn
And if he gets with the wrong crowd, would You let him hold Your arm?
And if he flies too high, would You clip his wings?
But don't let him fall too hard, I'm sure, Lord, You can handle things

I've tried my best from day to day to teach him right from wrong
And he's grown to be a fine young man, and he's always blessed our home
We pray Thee, Lord, for guidance that he won't build upon the sand
But we won't worry half as much, if we know he's in Your hands

And, oh yes, Lord, it won't be long till I'll be comin' home
Don't make me wait too long
We pray Thee, Lord, for guidance, please cleanse us from our sins
So we 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 based my life on father's table grace