Mama hollers Supper time, And dont make me tell you twice Wash your hands and wipe your face. The tables no place for your toys, And try to use your inside voice, Dont dig in til we say Grace. So we put down our forks and bowed our heads And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said: I wanna thank You Lord, For noisy children and slamming doors, And clothes scattered all over the floor, A husband workin all the time, Draggin in dead tired at night, My never ending messy kitchen And dirty dishes. We all got real still and quiet, And daddy asked Honey, you alright? She said, There aint nothing wrong, Noisy kids are happy kids, And slamming doors just means we live, In a warm and loving home, Your long hours and those dishes in the sink, Means a job and enough to eat. So Im gonna thank You Lord, For noisy children and slamming doors, And clothes scattered all over the floor, A husband workin all the time, Draggin in dead tired at night, My never ending messy kitchen For my little busy bees Beggin mama, mama can you please? Always wantin me and callin me Loads of laundry pilin up Crayons crushed into the rug In those little sticky kisses And dirty dishes, And dirty dishes...
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 13:17:55 +0000
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