Lessons Taught

Look out over the fields In the direction of the trees See the old man praying While kneeling down upon his knees Cares less for who's watching More so for the ones that may hear He has done this daily Ev'ry morning for many years No one knows his true age Or where it was that he came from First thought he was strange Or that he was deaf and dumb He once had come to church And though he never said a word He sang in wond'rous voice The likes of which no ones e'er heard He has rarely been seen Since that day of angelic sound Yet they're sure he's still there Living alone on sacred ground Many have ventured out In hopes to see him once again Yet they come home empty Not even knowing where they've been He's still there over fields Somewhere near the cottonwood trees Always looking this way To see who's down upon their knees Hears the ones who give thanks For everything they have got He knows they are aware Of all the lessons they've been taught