A little girl prayed at the close of the day
Cause her daddy had gone far away
On her little face was a look of despair
I stood there and listened
Lord, take me and lead me
You know, friends, I wonder
how many homes are broken tonight
And just how many tears are shed
By some little word of anger
that never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story of a family
I once knew we'll call them
and their little daughter Sue now Mary
was just a plain mother and Bill
well he was the usual dad
and they had their little family quarrels
but Neither one really got mad.
Then one day something happened.
It was nothing, of course,
but one word led to another,
and the last word led to a di vorce.
who failed to use common sense.
They strengthened their own
to be brought to this world
to drift from pillar to post
but a divorce never stops
to consider the ones it hurts the most
there'd be a lot more honest loving
in this wicked old world today
if just a few parted parents
could hear little sue say
take me and lead me and hold to my hand
Oh, Heavenly Father, help me understand
