A House Not A Home Was A Picture Satan Painted

For Sweet Little Sister And Me

Our Daddy Would Frown While Mother Was Praying

His Heart Was So Hardened That He Would Not Believe



In Anger He'd Swear, His Voice Cold And Loud

His Sundays Were Spent Down With The Gambling Crowd

I've Never Seen My Daddy Inside The House Of God

For Satan Held His Hand Down The Path Of Sin He Trod



Not Long Ago Our Circle Was Broken

When God Called Our Mother One Night

In A Voice Sweet And Low, Her Last Words Were Spoken

Asking Our Daddy To Raise Her Children Right



The Angels Rejoiced In Heaven Last Night

I Heard My Daddy Praying, "Dear God, Make It Right"

He Was Smiling And Singing With Tears In His Eyes

While Mother With The Angels Rejoiced Last Night



While Mother With The Angels Rejoiced Last Night