Work is My Prayer

I hear my mama sing her songs She plays them all day long Standing by the Rayburn for hours I smell the sweet baking fruit Watch her cleaning daddy's boots As she sips from the teacup with the flowers Don't think I ever saw her stop From morn till 9 o clock She tended to the garden in the rain At night, when no one was there I heard her softly say a prayer A lady with a certain sense of faith She'd sing My work is my prayer If there's a heaven I'll get there Won't march in the Peacock parade Cause I can sing with the Lord We dance behind closed doors Plus, taking care of you is how I pray Yeah I knew we were blessed And reason she got dressed She'd always make use greet the parish priest We'd be running home With our new found holy glow And Mama would prepare our Sunday feast She'd sing My work is my prayer If there's a heaven I'll get there Won't march in the Peacock parade Cause I can sing with the Lord We dance behind closed doors Plus, taking care of you is how I pray Now at the end of the day When I'm struggle with my faith And weeks can seem so very long Hear what my momma used to say A mother's love is how she prays I get to singing mama's sacred song I sing My work is my prayer If there's a heaven I'll get there Won't march in the Peacock parade Cause I can sing with the Lord And we dance behind closed doors Plus, taking care of you is how I pray I sing My work is my prayer If there's a heaven I'll get there Won't march in the Peacock parade Cause I can sing with the Lord And we dance behind closed doors Plus, taking care of you is how I pray Yeah, taking care of you is how I pray Oh, taking care of you is how I pray Amen