In a small town of wood
Where imprints of God rises
I cherish the breath of
Which lingers in my soul
thankful for my eyes giv’n by God
they overflow with beauty surpassed by none,
from the rock bluffs of the high plateau
see God unto the depths where the rivers run.
Blue of an ever-present sky
Knows no clouds that would
cascade over me,
And a dress of brown like
Wear on hills as far as I
know God from this place that I ride
time I pass through year after year after year,
His created pleasures I do meet
the faithful come to this Circuit Rider’s cheer.
“Come everyone and worship
Is the steadfast call from
most sincere lips.
“See the glory of God that
A cry on all these annual
to God is the message preached
every Circuit Rider’s Bible teaching call,
throughout the valley and mountain tops
Word of God reaches the listening ear of all.
Into this modern day and
The new Circuit Rider’s
call has not changed,
For the whole world has
become the place
That once was but a frontier
out to Jesus” the common call
the unchanged message of salvation is taught
as evident by lives that find Him
Word’s the same that every Circuit Rider brought.
Circuit Rider by Ronhales Hebrews 7:21