In a little prairie home, on a cold December day
'Neath her apron strings, she felt a sudden pain
She knew it was the child, hidden 'neath her heart
But this was much too soon, it tore her world apart
Honey, get your coat, she cried out to her man
The baby's on its way, get me to Mary Ann
Thru her troubled tears, the Lord gave her this phrase
Trust in only me, name your baby Praise
Her mama called her Praise, just like the Lord had said
Babtised with her tears, held briefly to her breast
Somewhere up above, the angels at the raise
From here beneath my heart, oh Lord, I give you Praise
On a cold December day, on a hill outside of town
A man there dressed in black, we all gathered 'round
He told of Jesus' love, then raised his hands to pray
Lord, into your care, today we give you Praise
Her mama called here Praise, just like the Lord had said
Babtised with her tears, held briefly to her breast
Somewhere up above, the angels at the raise
From here beneath my heart, oh Lord I give you Praise
From here beneath my heart, oh Lord I give you Praise
