Heavens Acre (Amen)

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  [Intro – Crowd Call]

Lead: One time for the dirt that raised us—
Crowd: Amen… Heaven’s Acre!

[Verse 1]

Past the cedar-creek spur where the red dirt glows,
Granddad’s deed says Bondy Farms—but every furrow knows
Morning prayers ride diesel smoke across this borrowed clay;
When the clouds crack open, all we do is raise a hallelujah rain.

[Pre-Chorus]

We plant the seed, believe the flood,
Pass the hat and praise the mud—
Two hands high when the blessing comes down,
That’s how the harvest comes back around.

[Chorus – Micro-Hook]

Lead: I feel the blaze of the sunrise—
Crowd chant: A-cre! A-cre!
Leanin’ back in a hay-rack, river fog and blue-glass firefly halos bright—
Baptized in cool well-water, boots drippin’ dew,
Saved by the hymn of the pine-wind breakin’ through.
Rooster iron-crow makes the devil run away—
This is Heaven’s Acre—Amen!—we’re here to stay.

[Verse 2]

Sharpen plowshares, wrestle rows until Friday’s gone;
Smokehouse beams glaze supper while the fiddle hums along.
Front-porch laughs float higher than the cypress choir’s refrain,
Stampin’ every ordinary dream with God’s last name.

[Pre-Chorus]

We trade the sweat for family time,
Break the bread, sip Sabbath wine;
Come dawn we’re back behind that rust-red Case,
Grateful we can work this hallowed place.

[Chorus – Micro-Hook Repeat]

Lead: I feel the blaze of the sunrise—
Crowd chant: A-cre! A-cre!
Leanin’ back in a hay-rack, river fog and blue-glass firefly halos bright—
Baptized in cool well-water, boots drippin’ dew,
Saved by the hymn of the pine-wind breakin’ through.
Rooster iron-crow makes the devil run away—
This is Heaven’s Acre—Amen!—we’re here to stay.

[Bridge – Escalated Stakes]

Lost the north field to the ’99 flood—watched the wheat wash out like blood;
Built it back with calloused love, and the good Lord filled it double.
Write what you want on my stone someday—
Just carve “Never strayed from Heaven’s clay.”

[Final Chorus – Key Lift + Crowd]

Lead: Blaze of the sunrise!
Crowd: A-cre! A-cre!
Stackin’ hay while the mason-jar halos light the sky—
Baptized in cool well-water, boots drippin’ dew,
Saved by the hymn of the pine-wind breakin’ through.
Rooster iron-crow keeps the devil at bay—
This is Heaven’s Acre—Amen!—and I’m here to stay.
 

(fiddle tag, crowd “Amen” fades)