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Texas Mud

by tm

Texas mud, a mud that cakes A mud that strikes fear In boots and trucks alike After fresh summer rain Billowy clouds rolling a long Singing their thunderous song Natures long cool drink I was muddy once Moms words i didn't hear as i hit the back door Thoughts of squishy toes and big smiles A freshly made mud pie for my sister I was muddy once To a boy of ten 2 acres goes on for miles A whole mess a villains ever willing to meet The business end of my B.B. gun And the neighbors nurf gun I was muddy once From the trenches of France To a foxhole on Mars Only fenced in by the outermost stars I couldn't be bested Backyard hoops to creek jumping Swing sets to sword fights I was muddy once The only thought of future Was what tomorrow would bring New adventures, new places to see And all you can drink sweet iced tea I wanted to be something great when i was a kid I wanted to be great I wanted to be a paleontologist, doctor, lawyer, cop, superhero, captain of a yacht, a and mountain man, and never wanted to get married cause girls had cooties and dolls As it turns out I am none of those things As it turns out, what i needed most Was i ran rarest away from I became something i never thought i would be I became something i never thought i could be I am becoming a servant of the King The mud which once covered my hands Bound my heart in a thick, clogging bog Only when i thought no longer of receiving glory I began to poor grace out from this imperfect jar Glory pored to a being more eloquent than I Who hath poured mercy like wine Love as a fire Turning my so called foundations into Texas mud Turns out God doesn't want me to be a doctor Turns out God wants the willing not the able i found something bigger Than the thoughts i thought i knew   How glorious days of old A tear to my eye and a distant memory To stretch and grow is one thing A loss of splendor another When others think of yesterday, Dream for tomorrow Dream and dream big, For God is bigger still He rejoices in imagination Delights in the mind of a child Reclaim that which we've lost For you were muddy once I was muddy once
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