Somebody’s prayin, I can feel it.
Somebody’s prayin for me. Mighty hands are guiding me, to protect me
from what I can’t see. Lord I believe, Lord I believe. Somebody’s
prayin for me, for me.
Somebody’s prayin for a three month old
baby boy with a terminal illness. He is in constant pain.
Angels are watchin, I can feel it.
Angels are watchin over me. Miles ahead ’til I get home, still I’m
safely kept before the throne. Lord I believe, Lord I believe. Angels
are watchin over me, over me.
He cannot see, he
cannot hear. Somebody sits at his bedside for hours, holding his hand
so he won’t cry.
Well I’ve walked
the barren wilderness, where my pillow was a stone. I’ve been through
the darkest caverns where no light has ever shone. Still, I went on,
’cause there was someone who was down on their knees. And I thank you
Lord, for people prayin all this time, for me.
Somebody is not
letting this baby endure this journey to death on his own. Somebody
is showing him what love is before he leaves this world.
Somebody’s
prayin, I can feel it. Somebody’s prayin for me. Mighty hands are
guiding me, to protect me from what I can’t see. Lord I believe, Lord
I believe. Somebody’s prayin for me, for me.
This
song, Somebody’s Prayin, was
sung to that little baby boy tonight. Somebody’s praying for him, and
angels are watching over him. Please be that somebody. Pray for peace
instead of pain. Pray for comfort instead of agony.
