My memories of my brothers and me
Make me marvel at the way the years went by.
Here we are, how'd we ever get this far?
I wonder how, and I wonder why.
Then I recall what these boys often saw
When we would stop to look in Mom and Daddy's door.
They'd bow their heads while they knelt beside their bed,
And we could hear them lift our names before the Lord.

Mama prayed and Jesus stood beside us.
Daddy prayed and the devil had to run.
God looked down, and His angels guarded through the harder days,
'Cause Mama prayed and Daddy prayed.

Now the boys are grown raising boys of their own
In a world a little darker than before.
But the prayers go on every night and every dawn,
'Cause they still bow and lift our names before the Lord.

Mama prays and Jesus stands beside us.
Daddy prays and the devil has to run.
'Cause God looks down, and His angels guard us through the harder days,
'Cause Mama prays and Daddy prays.

Mama prays and Jesus stands beside me.
Daddy prays and the devil has to run.
'Cause God looks down, and His angels guard me through the harder days,
'Cause Mama prays and Daddy prays. . .

And Jesus stands beside me.
Mama prays and the devil has to run.
God looks down, and His angels guard me through the harder days,
'Cause Mama prays and Daddy prays.

Mama prays,
And Daddy prays.
Mama prays.