When you close your eyes
And think of God
Tell me what you see
Is He in a long white cotton robe
With sandals on His feet
Surrounded by the angels
And that hallelujah sound
Somewhere up there
Floating on a cloud
Well there may be
Some truth to that
Guess one day we'll all know
But while I'm here
I'd like to think
Heavens something like my home
Out here in the fields of Arkansa
Where the farmers play
Maybe it's the way that I was raised
When I picture God
He's got dirt on His hands
Sweat on His brow
From working on the land
Planting those seeds
The ones that get us through
Laying out His perfect plan
For me and you
Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do
I bet God wears boots
This heart of mine was rock hard ground
Needed tilling up
Took a lot of elbow grease to teach me how to love
I'm still a work in a progress
But I'm better than I was
All because He never did to give up
When I picture God
He's got dirt on His hands
Sweat on His brow
From working on the land
Planting those seeds
The ones that get us through
Laying out His perfect plan
For me and you
Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do
I bet God wears boots
When I'm out there in those fields
I know He's with me too
Trust me, friend, I've seen what His rain can do
When I picture God
He's got dirt on His hands
Sweat on His brow
From working on the land
Planting those seeds
The ones that get us through
Laying out His perfect plan
For me and you
Now, that kinda work ain't easy to do
I bet God wears boots
And He'll slip em off the day His work is through
But I bet God wears boots