It started out like every Sunday,
shaking hands and fellowship,
passed the plate and made announcements,
then prayer requests began.
We prayed for folks with cancer
and old man Leonard's back.
And we prayed for sinners lost out in
the world and our soldiers in Iraq.
And then all the congregation turned their heads
when that Cody boy raised his little hand and said,
I want to pray for God.
Grandpa says he never gets to sleep.
And the Bible says he gave his son for me.
And if he really has the whole world in his hands,
well, I wouldn't want that job.
I want to pray for God.
Cody's mama was embarrassed,
but it quickly turned to pride.
And everybody shouted, amen.
The preacher said, he's right.
He's everything from a doctor to a feeling in the air.
It's gotta be hard not to be seen and still be everywhere.
That Cody boy made us stop and think.
He has to do in the time it takes to blame.
We all pray for God.
Heaven knows he never gets to sleep.
And the Bible says he gave his son for you and me.
It
probably make him grand if we sent one up for him.
Bet he don't get that a lot.
Why don't we pray
for God
the way we do for family and friends?
Yeah,
let him know we still believe in him.
And that we're really glad the whole world's in his hands.
Who else can do that job?
I want to pray.
Think we need to pray.
We ought to pray for God.