She Prays For Me

Every morning she's up before the sun
Back room chair, the good book open on her lap
I may not know the words, but I know who she's talking to
And I know she's lifting me up in all of that

She prays for me Not because I asked her to For every time I wasn't the man I ought to be She just loves me that way Takes me straight to heaven every single day Lord, I don't know what I'd be if she didn't pray for me

Forty-two years she's loved me close to God
Never made a scene of it, never said a word
Just a quiet kind of grace she's always carried
The most powerful thing I've ever heard

She prays for me Not because I asked her to For every time I wasn't the man I ought to be She just loves me that way Takes me straight to heaven every single day Lord, I don't know where I'd be if she didn't pray for me

Bridge — Lila fiddle solo. Slow, soulful, reverent. The feel of an offertory or altar call — sacred stillness, not performance. Space between every note. Let it breathe.

She prays for me Not because I asked her to For every time I wasn't the man I ought to be She just loves me that way Takes me straight to heaven every single day Lord, I know exactly where I'd be if she didn't pray for me

Jax lead — slow, reverent. Lila's fiddle enters after the first chorus, barely there, like it's listening. Final chorus: "I don't know" becomes "I know exactly." Forty-two years of evidence.