From the recording the intercessor

This song was written for and lovingly dedicated to my dad, W.L. Boone.


the church lights are out and there's no one around
not time for service but there's footsteps on the ground
someone is coming
it's that special time of the day
the intercessor needs to get alone and pray
to his Father...
... his key to the door is tarnished and worn
it's been a friend to him so many times before
and he goes in
he kneels down in that familiar place
he closes his eyes and he begins to seek God's face
and he prays on...
God is listening.