| Jesse was a hardworking farmer-
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| Put his whole life in his land
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| He paid his bills on Friday
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| Gave his tithe on Sunday
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| His word was as sure as his hand.
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| Jesse wasn’t much of a talker
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| He just did what he said he would do-
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| He loved his wife and family
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| Redefined what’s manly
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| As all that was faithful and true.
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| And when he talked about heaven
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| When he talked about Jesus
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| There was glory in his eyes
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| That could answer all your «whys»
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| Open windows to your soul.
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| When he talked about his family
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| When he talked about a journey
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| There was something he could see
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| Birthed a longing deep in me
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| When he talked about his home.
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| Years have gone by since he left us-
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| I landed a job and moved away
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| Left the straight and narrow
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| To see how I would fare
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| Where bright lights and excitement filled my days.
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| But with all the sounds and the voices-
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| Another voice kept ringing in my ears.
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| That sweet old testimony
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| Broke a heart so stony
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| And called me 'cross the miles and through the years-
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| REPEAT There was something he could see
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| Birthed a longing deep in me-
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| When he talked about his home |