Say Grace

Now it's my life, my son and me

Still figuring out stability

But we serve

We worship

We plea and

Say Grace before we eat

As we set out the mats for under the plates

He asks why before we eat do we say Grace

I say son because it's family tradition

We worship the Father, Son and Spirit when giving Him recognition

Then I think to myself as I continue to lay the wares

About my life before

The one with all the wild glares

I begin to fear that my mind will forsake me

That I'll end racked up in that place

Where they'll undoubtedly bake me

Suddenly, my son cuts in through my distant gaze and

Begins to offer God some recognition

I snap back into position as I realize I'm in a good place

As the son we still raise has already learned to give praise

With a smile and this food before me

I thank Jesus for these provisions

As I recollect the visions of my delivery boy decisions

I thank God for my wife and

The life that he has laid before me and

Begin to break bread thankful for these moments of Glory

Now it's my life, my son and me

Still figuring out stability

But we serve

We worship

We plea and

Say Grace before we eat

Now it's my life, my son and me

Still figuring out stability

But we serve

We worship

We plea and

Say Grace before we eat

Now I am not saying that I am never gonna slip

The closer to Jesus, the more the devil's gonna trip

I am aware my past demons can begin to mess with my medication

But with God we can practice His good habits in dedication

Preparation for a spiritual war

The word can sharpen our blades

With the blaze of an armor that we wear for His glory

So because of God's given son's story

Before we start to graze we must always take the time to

Hold hands realizing His Grace