Rich Mullins - First Family Lyrics
My folks they were always the first family to arriveWith seven people jammed into a car that seated fiveThere was one bathroom to bathe and shave inSix of us stood in lineAnd hot water for only threeBut we all did just fineTalk about your miraclesTalk about your faithMy dad he could make things growOut of Indiana clayMom could make a gourmet mealOut of just cornbread and beansAnd they worked to give faith hands and feetAnd somehow gave it wingsI can still hear my dad cussin'He's working late out in the barnThe spring planting is comingAnd the tractors just won't runMom she's done the laundryI can see it waving on the lineNow they've stayed togetherThrough the pain and the strain of those timesTalk about your miraclesTalk about your faithMy dad he could make things growOut of Indiana clayMom could make a gourmet mealOut of just cornbread and beansAnd they worked to give faith hands and feetAnd somehow gave it wingsAnd now they've raised five childrenOne winter they lost a sonBut the pain didn't leave them crippledAnd the scars have made them strongNever picture perfectJust a plain man and his wifeWho somehow knew the valueOf hard work, good love, and real lifeTalk about your miraclesTalk about your faithMy dad he could make things growOut of Indiana clayMom could make a gourmet mealOut of just cornbread and beansAnd they worked to give faith hands and feetAnd somehow gave it wings
