A house, not a home, was the picture Satan painted

For sweet little sister and me, our daddy would frown

While mother was prayin', his heart was so hardened

That he would not believe

In anger he'd swear, his voice cold and loud

His Sundays were spent out with the gamblin' crowd

I've never seen my daddy inside a house of God

For Satan held his hand down the path of sin he trod

Not long ago, our circle was broken

When God called on mother one night in a voice sweet and low

Her last words were spoken asking our daddy

To raise her children right

The angels rejoiced in Heaven last night

I heard my daddy pray, "Dear God, make it right"

He was smiling and singing with tears in his eyes

While mother with the angels rejoiced last night

While mother with the angels rejoiced last night