Taters and Maters

I say taters instead of potatoes I say maters instead of tomatoes My tongue is full of hillbilly idioms I often say yeah when some would say yes Sometimes I say “I reckon” when what I mean Is I suppose this or that is best I hear hearts instead of words or phrases It is often the feelings expressed That brings my mind the final conclusions I hear the spirit flowing from the light, The vitality that draws me in Is the love that I see shining, glistening Dazzling my heart with its gentleness Its endless beauty found in love’s sentiments I seek wisdom in the face of my Savior It is His grace that brings me the greatest Hope, the best blessings, the reasons For listening to His word, His teachings, The assurance of the faith that He has given, Faith that abides within – where His grace Reminds me that forever is within my grasp, Eternity is endless, limitless, unbroken By the end that comes to unbelievers Yes, I’m a hillbilly Yes, I’m sensitive to tenderness Yes, I’m a believer – in everlasting peace But, what I believe, most vehemently Is that God’s love and grace Will never leave me or forsake me His Son, whom I praise – is the One Whose spirit lives in me And, because I know that He is alive Inside my soul, where I know… Intimacy with the very ONE I love I will always be thankful, always, forever Thankful for the grace of God, Who loved me more than I could possibly think of!