Country Music Heaven lyrics

Dear Lord, grant me the courage
To change the things I can change
The serenity to accept those things I can't change
And the wisdom to know the difference
But most of all God
Grant me the courage not to give up
On what I think is right
Even though I might think it is hopeless...

Jesus Jesus Jesus sweetest name I know

He was born in an obscure village

The son of a simple peasant woman

He grew up in another small town
And worked with his father in a carpenter shop until He was thirty

And then for three years he was what we might call a traveling preacher

He never wrote a book He never held political office

The places He did go He usually walked

My friend I said a prayer for you today
And I know God must've heard
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke no word.

I didn't ask for wealth or fame
I knew you wouldn't mind
I ask Him to send you treasure's
Of a far different kind.

I asked that He watch over you
At the start of each new day
And grant you health and peace
And friends to share your way.

You know friends are never earned
They are a gift from the loving God
They're precious beyond human evaluation
You dare not take them for granted
Or they'll drift away like smoke
And the warmth of there caring
Will vanish into the chill of the endless night.

Most of my friends are unknowns
They probably won't even rate an obituary
Unless they live and die in a small town

Over all my burdens and through all my fears
Jesus carries me
Through all my trials and through all my tears
Jesus carries me.

One night a man had a dream
And he dreamed he was walking with the Lord
A crossed the sky flashed scenes from his life
For each scene he noted two sets of footprints in the sand
One belonged to him the other to the Lord

I was resting one evening
By the side of the road
When I saw an old farmer
In a field he had just hoed.

His face was brown and all wrinkled
By the sun and the wind
And he was talking to the Lord
Just like he would be talking to a friend.

"Well sir", he said,
With a voice calm and quiet
"Them corn tassels need sacking
And I ain't got no string to tie it.

I dreamed I was there in Country Music Heaven
Oh, what a beautiful sight

Last night I dreamed I went to Country Music Heaven
And you know who greeted me at the Gate
The Old Blue Yodeler himself Jimmy Rodgers
He said to me "Bill, they asked me to show you around up here
And right over there is some of your old commodores
Man was I glad to see them

Soft as the voice of an angel whispers our comforting way
You know all entertainers get mail from their fans
And sometimes folks even write to us for advice
For example; I got a letter not long ago
From man that worked in a factory
The factory had been forced to close down
And sadly the young man had lost his job
He'd been out of work for about a year

Rock of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

It was a stylish congregation
You could see they had been around
And they had the biggest pipe organ
Of any church in town.

But over in the amen corner
Of that church sat Ol' Brother Ire
And every Sunday he insisted
On singing in the choir.

His voice was cracked and broken
Age had touched his vocal chords

He was just and old country doctor
In a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown.

As day by day in his kindly way
He served us one and all
Many a patient forgot to pay
Although Doc's fees were small.

But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind
In fact he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find

'Twas battered and scared
And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while
To waste much time on the ol' violin
But he held it up with a smile.

"What am I offered good folks?" he cried
"Who will start the bidding for me?
A dollar, one dollar, two, only two
Two dollars, who will make it three?
Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three.