The Proper Way

The proper way for a man to pray,
Said deacon Lemuel Keys,
The only proper attitude
Is down upon his knees.

No, I should  say, the way to pray,
Said Reverend Doctor Wise,
Is standing with outstretched arms
And rapturous upturned eyes.

It seems to me his hands should be
Devoutly clasped in front,
With both thumbs pointing t'ward the ground
Said Reverend Doctor Blunt.

Last year I fell in Hodkins' well
Head first said Cyrus Brown,
With both my heels sticking up,
My head a pointing down.

And I made prayer right then and there,
Best prayer I ever said.
The prayerest prayer I ever prayed
Was standing on my head.

Lay Down My Pride By Jeremy Camp

Today I jumped on my old Atv.,
to go out that old woods road'
to see what I could see.
I saw three grey squirrels,
chasing one another,
up an old pine tree.
I drove very slow,
not to scare white tailed deer,
and the ruffed grouse,
you know.
I wanted to visit,
my favorite place,
the place where,
where the red pine trees grow.                                                                                                                                        
The place beside,
that old beaver dam,
where the soft breezes blow,
and off in the distance,
you hear,
the cawing of the crow.
Oh, how I love this place,
the place where the red pine trees grow.