If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream,
When memory recalls them now and then!
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
  • Refrain:
    If I could hear my mother pray again,
    If I could hear her tender voice as then!
    So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me,
    If I could hear my mother pray again.

She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely,
And always walk the shining gospel way;
So trusting still His love, I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.
Within the old home-place her patient, smiling face
Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer;
And when she used to sing to her eternal King,
It was the songs the angels loved to hear.
Her work on earth is done, the life-crown has been won,
And she will be at rest with Him above;
And some glad morning she, I know, will welcome me
To that eternal home of peace and love.

Lyrics by John Whitfield “Whit” Vaughan (1879-1945)

As Sung by Ben Harper & The Blind Boys of Alabama

Her Silent Prayer

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Her Silent Prayer


I stand and wipe the tears from my eyes

No one knows, no one to realize

The home I live in is not safe

The bruises are hid and not on my face…

The pain inside, I hide so well

No friends for me, no one to tell…

With family away and will never see

For I keep the secret deep inside of me…

Hiding the pain and living a lie

Never complain and try not to cry…

A part of me dies with each new mark

I’m so afraid as I stand in the dark…

No longer can I take the pain

I am not the one to blame….

This love hurts and should not be

God please send an angel for me…

© Copy rite- Mattie (Deaton) Herald 2001

Winner of the “Editors Choice Award” 2001

Book: A Sublime Remembrance” (ISBN: 0-7951-5065-2)