A little further down the road in old San Angelo, The views prepared me for that heavenly glow.
God loves Texas and tucks it in bed at night With a soft blanket of clouds, oh, what a sight!
I've got wide open spaces where I can roam Just like the vastness of that eternal home.
Texas must be a lot like glory Where I'll be singin' the old, old story.
Where God finger paints in the big blue sky And the soul passes over never more to die.
A man can settle down in a place like Ranger. Away from the big city noise and danger.
There's no way a man can be more free Except for when he kneels at Calvary.
Friend you may never ride the plains with me, But turn and gaze right now, upon that old rugged tree.
Call upon Jesus to save you, then you'll know Heaven's where you'll land, when thrown from life's rodeo. Texas must be a lot like glory Where I'll be singin' the old, old story.
Where God finger paints in the big blue sky And the soul passes over never more to die.
43 posted on 09/13/2003 9:54:58 AM PDT by Dubya
(Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father,but by me)