Henry loves the ballpark 
But lately he ain't coming round 
Things have been so different 
Since his youngest boy left town 
Fighting seem so harmless 
Families sometimes disagree 
It's hard to know the reason 
Why he finally chose to leave 
But he's gone away 
And his father waits 
And he is watching and he is hoping 
Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open 
And his prayer, so softly spoken 
Please come home 
Now Henry sits and wonders 
In that front porch rocking chair 
Does his boy remember 
All the love the family shared 
And is he cold 
Out there alone 
And he is watching and he is hoping 
Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open 
And his prayer, so softly spoken 
Please come home 
To your seat at the table 
To your father who weeps 
Every night in sleepless dreams 
He longs to see 
His face in younger skin 
Running down the driveway again. 
And he is watching and he is hoping 
Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open 
And his prayer, so softly spoken 
Please come home 

Worthy is the, Lamb who was slain
Holy holy is He
Sing a new song, to Him who sits on
Heaven's

Worthy is the,
Lamb who was slain
Holy, Holy, is He
Sing a new song, to Him who sits on
Heaven

This is my prayer in the desert
When all that's within me feels dry
This is my prayer in the hunger in me
My God is a God who provides
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved or more worth that gold
So refine me, Lord, through the flames
I will bring praise, I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice, I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand
All of my life, in every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow

Worthy is the,
Lamb who was slain
Holy, Holy, is He
Sing a new song, to Him who sits on
Heaven

Worthy is the
Lamb who was slain
Holy, Holy, is He
Sing a new song, to Him who sits on
Heaven's

 lambs.
  Jesus,Oh Jesus,come and fill your lambs.

2.Oh come and sing this song with gladness,
  as

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way;
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is gonna spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although it's been said many times, many ways,
Merry Christmas to you!