Unspoken Request Lyrics

The pastor at the pulpit

Looks out among his flock

"Are there any more prayer requests?"

He holds a pen to jot

Well, Myrna's been having migraines

John's upcoming surgery

And Judy's still in the hospital

But she should be coming home this week

The pastor begins to put his pen

In the pocket of his vest

When someone in the back row says

"Unspoken request"

Now almost without a sound

Heads discreetly turn around

Wondering what could be so bad

That it could not be said out loud

And while the pastor gives his sermon

Who knows, maybe his best

It falls on minds preoccupied

By an unspoken request

Could it be drugs or alcohol, or infidelity?

Embarrassing complications from a vasectomy?

At the very worst, murder

At the very least, IBS

Yeah, this is where the mind is led

By an unspoken request

So if you really must

Call upon the Lord

Say the very worst thing

That you can afford

Believe me when I say

And don't put it to the test

There ain't nothin' louder

Than an unspoken request