david

by tap shorts

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lyrics

they're saying the likelihood of your final year
is looming above our heads feeding the fear
of loss and of hopelessness of knowing we are
made up of just particles, no reason so far

last week they moved you away from your home
after 70 years now nelle lives there alone
the nurses say you sit at the window to see
the finches and cardinals sharing the tree

i'm remembering wednesdays in your living room
watching the flowers reach their final bloom
around the piano while my mother plays
like she did as a child and you start to pray

you prayed for your children, you prayed for your wife
you prayed that the mailman would know that his life
was treasured by jesus no matter how small
the lord loves his children, he loves one and all

the night that your lungs will take their final breath
you'll just close your eyes and you'll take baby steps
we'll circle around you and cradle your hands
and say thank the lord we were raised by this man