Looking back on my childhood
Though the memories are so good
There were days filled with danger and snares
But the devil that made them
Found I would evade them
All because of Mama's bedside prayers
I remember the voices
The advice and the choices
The right ones and each foolish dare
But the old rags I once wore
Were traded one night for
A white robe in a bedside prayer
They have power to change things
How they rearrange things
And lift so many burdens and cares
How could I ever doubt them
Where would I be without them
Those old precious bedside prayers
Now with those final days near
I feel so out of place here
In this sin thirsty world that we share
Oh but there from my bedroom
I'm soon in the throne room
With my father in a bedside prayer
They have power to change things
How they rearrange things
And lift so many burdens and cares
How could I ever doubt them
Where would I be without them
Those old precious bedside prayers
How could I ever doubt them
Where would I be without them
Those old precious bedside prayers