Lyrics: Jaxon Reid/Tres Dei/Caleb Wilder
Music: Jaxon Reid/Favour Anthony/Peter Nile
In a town of dusty roads and fields of corn,
A carpenter was born, early one bright morn,
Livin' simple, workin' with His hands,
In the rhythm of the land, βneath the skies so grand.
He knew the feel of a farmer's soil,
The flicker of a church-made oil,
With a heart so pure and eyes so blue,
In the quiet country, His purpose grew.
Jesus was a country boy, with a humble start,
Mendin' hearts and fences with His golden heart,
He knew the beauty in the simple things,
Like lovin' neighbors and the songs He'd sing.
By the river where the willows weep,
He'd teach the crowds, His words cut deep,
Fishin' boats and loaves of bread,
Miracles in the fields He fed.
In the barn, 'neath the starry light,
He watched oβer folks through the silent night,
With faith as strong as an old oak tree,
He taught the love of simplicity.
Jesus was a country boy, with a humble start,
Mendin' hearts and fences with His golden heart,
He knew the beauty in the simple things,
Like lovin' neighbors and the songs He'd sing.