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Drew Baldridge

Big Prayers

 

Big Prayers


He came home from work
He could see that she'd been crying
It's been three years worth
Of praying, testing, and trying
And all the doctors said there's no way, no chance
Not even maybe
But tonight they're dancing in the kitchen, talking 'bout names for the baby

'Cause when the real stuff gets real tough
Go on and send 'em up down on your knees
When there's no light anywhere in sight
Just close your eyes and you can see
That you got a friend and he's listening
With miracles left to spare
When ya got big problems all it takes is a little faith
And big prayers

He just turned thirty-five
With a wife and two little kids
And they were building a life
Then it was please, God, no, not this
They said his days were numbered, maybe spring or summer
But at best it wouldn't be long
Then after three months of praying, left the doctors saying
Don't know where it went but it's gone

'Cause when the real stuff gets real tough
Go on and send 'em up down on your knees
When there's no light anywhere in sight
Just close your eyes and you can see
That you got a friend and he's listening
With miracles left to spare
When ya got big problems all it takes is a little faith
And big prayers, big prayers
And big prayers

So whatever is, whatever you want, whatever you need
You just gotta ask for the storm to pass
And you gotta believe, man, you gotta believe

That when the real stuff gets real tough
Go on and send 'em up down on your knees
When there's no light anywhere in sight
Just close your eyes and you can see
That you got a friend and he's listening
With miracles left to spare
When ya got big problems all it takes is a little faith
And big prayers, big prayers

Yes, send 'em on up
To the Big Man upstairs
Yeah, those big prayers

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