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At the tender age of three
Her mama taught her how to pray
How to ask God for safety
Through the night and into the day
She would kneel by her bed
Her mama sitting right next to her
She would close her eyes and bow her head
Knowing God would hear her simple prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to you my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to you my soul to take

Five years later it's not the same
Her mama’s in the hospital, the cancer's on
At the age of eight it's unbearable pain
She doesn't know if in the morning mama will be gone
Her eyes are red and swollen from crying
Closing her eyes, hoping her eyes would clear
She kneels by the bed of her mama that's dying
Hoping God would hear her simple prayer

Now I lay her down to sleep
I pray to you her soul to keep
If she should die before she wakes
I pray to you her soul to take

Morning comes and mama is gone
To an eight year old it seems so wrong

Fifteen years just fly on by
She's twenty-three and going her own way
Doing anything for a temporary high
Anything for the memories to just go away
Years without her mother took their toll
One night the pain is too much to bear
She kneels next to her bed and tears begin to roll
Wondering if God would hear her simple prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to you my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to you my soul to take

She is older now
Her heart's back where it's supposed to be
Everything worked out somehow
And now love comes freely
To the daughter that is with her
A beautiful girl without a care
Kneeling with her daughter
She taught her this simple prayer