"Dirty Dishes"
By Scotty McCreery
Mama hollers, "Supper time,
And don't make me tell you twice,
Wash your hands and wipe your face.
The table's no place for your toys,
And try to use your inside voice,
Don't dig in 'til we say Grace."
So we put down our forks and bowed our heads
And then she prayed the strangest prayer ever said:
"I wanna thank You Lord,
For noisy children, and slamming doors,
And clothes scattered all over the floor,
My husband workin' all the time,
Draggin' in dead tired at night,
My never ending messy kitchen...
...and dirty dishes."
We all got real still and quiet
And daddy asked, "Hon, are you alright?"
She said, "There ain't nothing wrong.
Noisy kids are happy kids,
And slamming doors just means we live
In a warm and loving home.
Your long hours and those dishes in the sink,
Means a job and enough to eat.
"So I'm gonna thank You Lord,
For noisy children and slamming doors,
And clothes scattered all over the floor,
My husband workin' all the time,
Draggin' in dead tired at night,
My never ending messy kitchen...
"For my little busy bees
Beggin', "Mama, Mama can you please?"
Always wantin' me to call their name
Loads of laundry pilin' up,
Crayons crushed into the rug,
And those little, sticky kisses...
...and dirty dishes."
Right? I love that song. So powerful. I've been trying to think of my own "dirty dishes" prayers lately, and I encourage you to do the same. Maybe if I get confident enough in what I come up with, I'll share it here. For now, I'm crawling back into the world of demigods!
Book nerd, out.
♥ Marlee
PS - Found a video with the song; it's just a montage of Scotty pictures. It's a country song, so it may
not be everybody's cup of tea, but just in case you want to give it a listen, here it is. Also, Scotty's album, Clear As Day...is awesome. And this is coming from someone who isn't at all a country music enthusiast. Enjoy!
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