In a small town of wood
built frames
Where imprints of God rises
high above,
I cherish the breath of
Jesus Christ
Which lingers in my soul
with love.
I’m
thankful for my eyes giv’n by God
For
they overflow with beauty surpassed by none,
Then
from the rock bluffs of the high plateau
I
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
ladies skirts
Wear on hills as far as I
see.
I
know God from this place that I ride
Each
time I pass through year after year after year,
For
His created pleasures I do meet
As
the faithful come to this Circuit Rider’s cheer.
“Come everyone and worship
God”
Is the steadfast call from
most sincere lips.
“See the glory of God that
surrounds”
A cry on all these annual
trips.
Praises
to God is the message preached
By
every Circuit Rider’s Bible teaching call,
And
throughout the valley and mountain tops
The
Word of God reaches the listening ear of all.
Into this modern day and
time
The new Circuit Rider’s
call has not changed,
For the whole world has
become the place
That once was but a frontier
range.
“Reach
out to Jesus” the common call
As
the unchanged message of salvation is taught
And
as evident by lives that find Him
The
Word’s the same that every Circuit Rider brought.
Selah 
Circuit Rider by Ronhales Hebrews 7:21