In Gods Country

Hmm. I was seventeen when daddy left. Mama worked three jobs to keep us fed. Brother took to drinking. Sister ran away. I learned to pray on my knees in the Dark, asking why good people fall Apart. Why the hardest workers never Get their day. But I kept walking, though my feet were sore. Kept believing there was something More. In God's country, The wounded find their way. In God's country, Night surrenders to the day. Where the broken become whole again and the tired Find rest. Amen. In God's country. Hmm. I buried Mama on a Tuesday rain. Held my children through their own hard pain. Watched my wife grow weak, Hmm, then slip away. Stood beside more graves than I can count. Questioned every single small amount Of hope I had to make it One more day. But something holds me when I can't stand Tall. Something catches me before I Fall. In God's country, The wounded find their way. In God's country, Night surrenders to the day. Where the broken become whole again and the tired Find rest. Amen. In God's country. Yeah. Now I'm old and my hands shake, But I still got love left to give and Take. All the sorrow taught me how to see. Every tear was leading me To God's country, where the wounded Find their way. In God's country, Night surrenders to the day. Where the broken become whole again and the tired Find rest. Amen. In God's country. I'm going home To God's country. Yeah. We. Oh.