TWO FOR TUESDAY

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Link: [On YouTube]

Three Wooden Crosses
Randy Travis
A farmer and a teacher
A hooker and a preacher
Ridin’ on a midnight bus
Bound for Mexico
One was headed for vacation
One for higher education
And two of them were searchin’ for lost souls

That driver never ever saw
The stop sign
And eighteen wheelers
Can’t stop on a dime

There are three wooden crosses
On the right side of the highway
Why there’s not four of them
Heaven only knows
I guess it’s not what you take
When you leave this world behind you
It’s what you leave behind you
When you go

That farmer left a harvest
A home and eighty acres
The faith and love for growin’ things
In his young son’s heart
And that teacher left her wisdom
In the minds of lots of children
And did her best to give ‘em all
A better start

And that preacher whispered
Can’t you see the Promised Land
As he laid his blood-stained Bible
In that hooker’s hands

There are three wooden crosses
On the right side of the highway
Why there’s not four of them
Heaven only knows
I guess it’s not what you take
When you leave this world behind you
It’s what you leave behind you
When you go

That’s the story that our preacher told
Last Sunday
As he held that blood-stained Bible up
For all of us to see
He said
Bless the farmer and the teacher
And that preacher
Who gave this Bible to my mama
Who read it to me

There are three wooden crosses
On the right side of the highway
Why there’s not four of them
Now I guess you know
It’s not what you take
When you leave this world behind you
It’s what you leave behind you
When you go

There are three wooden crosses
On the right side of the highway


Link: [On YouTube]

When Mama Prayed
Randy Travis
Daddy never went to church on Sunday
He said that’s one thing I’ll never do
But mama never gave up she said one day
He’ll be sittin’ here beside of me and you
I can still hear mama softly talkin’
With hear tears fallin’ on her folded hands
So that Easter Sunday daddy walked in
That’s when I began to understand

When mama prayed
Good things happen
When mama prayed
Lives were changed
Not much more than five foot tall
But mountains big and small
Crumbled all away
When mama prayed

Seventeen and wild I hit the bottle
Doin’ anything I dang well please
Burnin’ down life’s highway at full throttle
While mama burned a candle on her knees
Then one night I came home half sober
I saw mama kneelin’ in the den
As I listened she and Jesus talked it over
And I knew my restless days were ‘bout to end

‘Cause when mama prayed
Good things happen
When mama prayed
Lives were changed
Not much more than five foot tall
But mountains big and small
Crumbled all away
When mama prayed

It isn’t like every one of them got answered
But the times they weren’t it seems to me were rare
You almost felt sorry for the devil
‘Cause Heaven knows he didn’t have a prayer
When mama prayed

Not much more than five foot tall
But mountains big and small
Crumbled all away
When mama prayed
They crumbled all away
When mama prayed

Link: [Randy Travis]

Lyrics From: [Cowboy Lyrics]