Sometimes, in the middle of the night,
I will pray, with all of my might.
Ask the Lord, for a better life,
and thank him for, the love of my wife.
For Better days ahead.
For my daily bread.
And all the things I’ve said.
I pray, I pray, I pray.

So much pulls on me, I have no control.
I can’t always see, what’s good for my soul.
So I ask the Lord, please change my ways,
and allow this man, to live another day.
For Better days ahead.
For my daily bread.
And all the things I’ve said.
I pray, I pray, I pray.

So as life goes on, I begin to see,
how precious that, Heaven is to me.
So I ask the Lord, please don’t turn away,
and smile on me, on my judgement day.
For Better days ahead.
For my daily bread.
And all the things I’ve said.
I pray, I pray, I pray,
I pray--------
I pray, for better days ahead.
I pray, for my daily bread.
I pray, all the things I’ve said.
I pray, I pray, I pray.

© 2008 Written by R.A. Hoeppner
Published by Max Berry Music, BMI

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