I remember well when I was a lad, 
The times were hard and the crops were bad-
Wasn't much work no where to be had,
And  no one to work but me and Dad;
And Dad, well he was gettin' along,
And  Mother, well-my mother was gone,
She had done joined up with the Heavenly throng.

Once all we had was a poke of flour,
And 'spectin' the sheriff most any hour.
Last year's taxes had not been paid,
And we'd done eat the only hen that laid;
Then I'd find Dad out in the old wood shed,
I was wonderin' why, and then one day,
I snuck in to see, and  heard him pray.

As I stood at the door I heard him say,
"Lord I thank you for this wonderful day,
And for your kindness and care through the night,
Jist knowin' you Lord, makes everything all right.
I know that things get a little rough,
But that's why you made these hands so tough.
Now as for me, Lord, I don't worry none.

But would You kinda look out for my son?
I know that I don't have much longer to stay,
And I don't mind Ma's gone away;
I have a hankerin' to join her up there,
And that's one reason for this prayer.

I want my boy to learn to trust You,
Like Ma and me would allus do;
Of course we've knowed You for many years,
And jist talkin' to You has dried many tears.
And right now my boy is worried to death,
Cause we ain't hardly got no food left.

But it's been this way many times before
And  I'd allus come a knockin' on Your door.
Somehow, Lord, You'd answer my prayer,
And  I'd allus know the food would be there.
I thank You, Lord; enough has been said,
And I'll see Ye tomorrow here in the old wood shed."

As I saw him bowed in reverence there,
I knew he had a special kind of prayer;
He had been talkin', jist talkin' to the Lord,
And somehow I knew God heard every word.

My dad is gone now, but I still see his face, 
As he looked toward Heaven & asked for God's grace.
The old wood shed is still there, as it was on that day,
When I stood by the door & heard my dad say,
"Jist havin' a talk with the Lord," he said,
And I thank God I heard him, in the old wood shed...

by Buddy Starcher


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Becky