God our father I come to say ('ay' - said the London way)
Thank you for your love today ('ay' said the London way)
Thank you for my famileeeee
And all the love you give to meeeeeee
Guard me in the dark of night
And in the morning send your light
Now she's at a liberal pinko, lets all wear our own clothes and express our own identity all the time she doesn't get to compare holes in her school sweatshirt and she also doesn't get to say prayers at lunch and going home time.
She liked chanting them.
Little children always used to say their prayers on their knees by their bed.
We tend to do it in the bath - more comfy and less interruptions from X-factor!