To Texas

The miles roll away beneath us:
    Andrew Peterson sings of hope,
        we yearn for lives of story;
    and Piper preaches words of joy
        and challenge to a sleeping church;
    my hand rests light on Jaimie's thigh,
        this beauty God has entrusted me;
And the miles roll away behind.

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