Brock

[Verse 1]
Morning light on a gravel road,
Coffee steam and a heavy load.
Long, long hours, but he never complained,
Worked for his family through sun and through rain.
A good lookin' man in a cowboy hat,
Kind of heart that the good Lord made.

[Chorus]
Oh, faith in his hands, love in his eyes,
Grace like a river that never runs dry.
Strong when the world gave him reason to break,
Still here, still standin', still givin', still brave.
This is the song of a life well made.

[Verse 2]
Dually truck and the wide open field,
Deer in the tree line, quiet and still.
The babies would reach and the dogs would come near,
Everybody loved him, that much was clear.
Boots on his feet at seventy-five,
Same old mustache, that familiar smile.

[Chorus]
Oh, faith in his hands, love in his eyes,
Grace like a river that never runs dry.
Strong when the world gave him reason to break,
Still here, still standin', still givin', still brave.
This is the song of a life well made.

[Bridge]
The curls turned to silver, then faded away,
But the heart underneath it grew stronger each day.
Patient and gentle, and Jesus his guide,
Brock, you're my forever, right by my side.

[Verse 3]
We're treadin' the water of gettin' on old,
But your hand holds mine like the years turn to gold.
Protective and tender, that's always been you,
Brock, I'd choose you again, and I'd still say I do.

[Chorus]
Oh, faith in his hands, love in his eyes,
Grace like a river that never runs dry.
Strong when the world gave him reason to break,
Still here, still standin', still givin', still brave.

[Outro]
Brock, my cowboy, my rock, my own,
Grateful for every mile we've grown.