My Evening Prayer

By Sylvia Lloyd and Darwin Wolford

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    Each night before my prayers are said

    My dad will sit upon my bed

    And as we talk about the day

    My hurts and fears just slip away

    Because my dad is here with me.

    My heart feels then that all is well,

    and so I kneel and softly tell

    Another Father of my day

    And thank Him for His loving way

    Of always being near to me.

    Music, My Evening Prayer