The morning breaks across the land With muddy boots, I take my stand Coffee hot, sky splash of gold Same old confession in story mode They say He’s there in whispered prayer In thunder loud and lightning scare. But here beneath this old ball cap Sometimes I wonder where’s e at
Is it just the wind or is it grace? That keeps this farm in its place The sun still rises, day by day And it pushes seeds through stubborn clay The rain still falls though more than I need And those dogs just keep running off But Im so blessed with a loving family Maybe that’s the hand of God on me
Tractors break and fences bend We patch it all and try again The harvest comes, not rich, not poor But there’s always something to thank Him for
Is it just the wind or is it grace? That keeps this farm in its place The sun still rises, day by day And it pushes seeds through stubborn clay The rain still falls, though more than I need And those dogs just keep running off I’m blessed with the dirt under my feet Maybe that’s the hand of God on me
Maybe He don’t show with flash and flame But in the quiet, He signs His name On every leaf, on every tear In all that stays, and all that’s near
Is it just the wind or is it grace? That keeps this farm in its place The sun still rises, day by day And it pushes seeds through stubborn clay The rain still falls, though more than I need And those dogs just keep running off God gave me a family that I never will deserve Maybe I still have a light in me to Yeah, maybe that’s… The hand of God on me