Sending Up Timber

Well I used to listen to my grandma,

as she knelt in her high-backed chair

She'd call out to the heavens,

a good old-fashioned prayer

She knelt and prayed for hours

And every time I asked her why

She said, "Child I'm not just sending

empty word up to the sky. " She said:

I'm sendin' up timber

To build my mansion, getting it ready

To move on in

I'm laying my treasures

In the hands of the builder

And I'll be sendin' up timber

'Till He comes again

Well, the years have come and gone now

Since we laid her soul to rest

But, I know my grandma's mansion

Is one of heaven's Best

Just before she crossed old Jordan

The last thing I heard her say

Was "Build a firm foundation

with every prayer you pray. " That's why:

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