Tammy Wynette & George Jones
Oh Lord, you know that I`m not
One to bother you with little things
And you and I have never been too close
But we`ve always been on speakin` terms
I`ve watched you with doin` things
And tried to understand you more than most.
No I haven`t gone to church the way I ought to
But I always thought you knew
In my own way I worshipped you
While even your own children
Doubt and fail to understand
The simple way you go about the things you do.
I`ve seen the doubt upon the face of loved ones
As they sadly placed a wreath of flowers on a tiny grave
And wondered why a child is brought into the world
To only live a little while and die, you could have saved.
But I believe that in your eyes
This little child was somethin` special
And you wanted it to be with you, no doubt
So with out-stretched arms you beckoned
It`s so simple that I reckon
They can`t understand the way you worked it out.
Once I saw a young man growin`
till he neared the age of knowin`
Then I watched as somethin` happened to his mind
No doctor could correct it,
It was just as I suspected
And I marvelled at your way of bein` kind.
They tried everything in vain and
I was there when they explained it
To the family, how he slipped into a trance
Guess you looked into the future,
Watched him turn his back upon you
Lovin` him so much you couldn`t take the chance.
It took a lot of love to die,
for sinners such as I
And I guess that`s why you`ve never given up on me
You understood when some denied you
And even when they crucified you
Knowin` all these things were meant to be.
For the stable`s such a simple thing,
No wonder there were few who came
To see a king the night that...
