Silent Strings Prayer

This old guitar still wears the scars Splintered edge and a rusted

string

I hold it like a living map

Of all the roads that carried me

My father came home tired and late With dust still sleeping on

his hands

I never knew he worked two jobs To place this wood inside

my hands

Now every mark upon this frame Calls out the love he never

named So I lift my voice beyond this room

And lay my promise in the open

God, let these hands stay true

Let every note break through

For the man who gave his strength in silence

I will carry what he couldn't say

I will turn his midnight work to grace Till his quiet sacrifice

sings

daylight

He never asked for praise from me

Just tuned the pegs and checked the frets

He wore a smile that hid the cost

And left the worry in his chest

So when the room is cold and small

And doubt comes knocking at the door I hear his footsteps in

the hall

And I stand taller than before

If I fall short,

keep my heart steady

If I lose faith,

pull me near Let every stage become a thank you

Let my father hear it clear

God, let these hands stay true

Let every note break through

For the man who gave his strength in silence

I will carry what he couldn't say

I will turn his midnight work to grace

Till his quiet sacrifice sings

daylight

This old guitar still warms my hands

And his love still leads the song