Supongo que de eso se trata. Quizás es como ese anhelo por ver a una persona querida, darle un abrazo y charlar cara a cara sin prisa, mientras tenemos que conformarnos por que la distancia escueza menos gracias al teléfono. Supongo que, después de toda una vida luchando por tener nuestros ratitos de oración, finalmente ya nos nos hará falta, porque nos habremos abrazado y podremos charlar mientras damos un paseo, cara a cara con el Señor.
Chris Stappleton (Traveller)
Daddy don’t pray anymore
Guess he’s finished talking to the lord
He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
But daddy don’t pray anymore
I remember even when the times were bad
He thanked Jesus for everything he had
For a good wife and three children
And the food upon our plates
Yeah, everything was right when he said, grace
Daddy don’t pray anymore
Guess he’s finished talking to the Lord
He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
But daddy doesn’t pray anymore
There was a time when we didn’t get along
‘Cause I thought I was right and he was wrong
Still when I laid down at night
I’d hear him get down on his knees
Say a little prayer for me
Daddy don’t pray anymore
I guess he’s finished talking to the Lord
He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
But daddy don’t pray anymore
Today I followed daddy down to church
And listened to the preacher read God’s word
We sang his favorite hymn but daddy didn’t make a sound
This afternoon we’ll lay him in the ground
Daddy don’t pray anymore
I guess he’s finally walking with the Lord
He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
But daddy don’t pray anymore
