Angels Rejoiced

A house not a home was a picture Satan painted
 For sweet little sister and me
 Our Daddy would frown while Mother was praying
 His heart was so hardened that he would not believe
 In anger he'd swear, his voice cold and loud
 His Sundays were spent down with the gambling crowd
 I've never seen my Daddy inside the house of God
 For Satan held his hand down the path of sin he trod
 Not long ago our circle was broken
 When God called our Mother one night
 In a voice sweet and low, her last words were spoken
 Asking our Daddy to raise her children right
 The angels rejoiced in Heaven last night
 I heard my Daddy praying, "Dear God, make it right"
 He was smiling and singing with tears in his eyes
 While mother with the angels rejoiced last night
 While mother with the angels rejoiced last night