in memory of Sis. Bonnie Irene Cunningham

Her hairs turned grey
   but she still knows how to pray.
Her eyesight’s grown dim
   but she still trusts in Him.
And though her steps are slow
   she never complains,
And off to church on Sunday
   you will always see her go.

She’s a Prayer Warrior, a Prayer Warrior
   You’ll find her at an altar somewhere
She knows to trust Jesus
   He knows just what to do
She’s a Prayer Warrior
   and she’s praying for you.

I’ve seen her sit for hours
   and His name praise
Her head bowed humbly,
   her feeble hands raised
And though she suffers pain
   she never complains.
From His name praising
   she just can’t refrain.

She’s a Prayer Warrior, a Prayer Warrior
   You’ll find her at an altar somewhere
She knows to trust Jesus
   He knows just what to do
She’s a Prayer Warrior
   and she’s praying for you.