Bedtime - she sees her son on his knees, and the prayer that she hears through the door makes her ill at ease,
"Jesus," she hears a young boy pray, "Could you bring back my daddy? I know that you'll find a way."
And the next time you see Daddy, tell him I'm alright,
And there's a fire in my heart for him that's always burning bright,
Tell him that I pray for him each and every night.
Bedtime, where she taught him to pray,
"Now I lay me down to sleep," were the words he would say,
"Jesus" - she hears him again, and she faces the faith of a child that's no longer pretend.
And the next time you see Daddy, tell him I'm alright,
And there's a fire in my heart for him that's always burning bright,
Tell him that I pray for him each and every night.
Bedtime, in her room all alone,
She feels the presence of someone unseen, someone unknown,
"Jesus," she hears herself start, "Let the fire of forgiveness burn bright in this broken-down heart."
And the next time you see Johnny, tell him it's alright,
There's a fire of forgiveness that's always burning bright,
There's someone he can pray to each and every night. (Jesus)
