This preachers song of thanks to my late parents for the prayers, wisdom and support they seem to continue to shine down on me.
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adrian j pratt
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adrian pratt
Story behind the song
Dad was never the religious sort, mum hardly missed a church service. When I went into ministry they were both incredibly supportive. Even though they have both now passed on, I often feel their inspiration and seem to hear their words echoing around my life. What I'd sometimes give for just one more face to face conversation!
Lyrics
Preacher Song
©Adrian J Pratt 3/1/2019
Mother dear mother, I know you prayed for me
Throughout those wild years... “Lord, what will that boy be?”
Wish you were here now,
I could thank you for your words,
Not a single one was wasted
Someone must have heard
Father, dear father, Religion was never your thing,
Yet you taught me right and wrong, I never wanted for a thing
All those conversations
We'd set the world to rights
I still long for reassurance
That I've turned out alright
Now on a Sunday, I try and play my part
I stand up there in a pulpit, And lay bare my heart
Words don't come easy, Phrases can't always be found
I just keeping praying the Spirit, Will spread the love around
Don't be a preacher, That's sound advice
To which I never listened, And so it became my life
Sometimes I wonder
Where on earth I'd be
If it wasn't for the light
You're shining down on me
So keep shining your light on me
I need those words of advice
And sweet prayers to comfort me.
Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo
Now on a Sunday, I try and play my part
I stand up there in a pulpit, And lay bare my heart
Words don't come easy, Phrases can't always be found
I just keeping praying the Spirit, Will spread the love around
Father dear Father, Mother I still miss you
But as the years are passing by, I just keep doing what I do
Standing in a pulpit
Wondering what to say
The greatest gift you gave me
Was love to give away
Love to give away
Love to give away