Bush Preacher - Rock version

Описание: G'day folks...hope your all well. This one is about a mate of mine who is one of those people who gathers people around him with ease due to his strong beliefs and personality...he is just a normal bloke living life like all of us....I already posted a ballad version of this but was asked to also post this version,,,,,,, cheers and enjoy :-)

"Bush Preacher"
Out west where the mulga meets the sky so wide
Lives a bush preacher with a heart open wide
Never ordained, never wore the collar high
But the word of the Lord shines bright in his eye
Worked the land with calloused hands from dawn to dark
Built fences, sheds, and bridges with faith as his spark
He’s the bush preacher, calling folks home
No thunder and lightning, just love in his tone
A man who’s walked with Jesus through drought and through flood
Leading with kindness, not judgment or blood
Through the red dirt and the stars up above
He preaches the gospel of mercy and love
Bush preacher… bush preacher…
Went to Papua New Guinea when he was still young
Carried the Good Book where the rivers run
Built schools in the highlands, shared bread with the poor
Learnt their stories, their laughter, their lore
Back on the stations, the youth come to him
He listens for hours, never pushes the brim
No fire and brimstone, no guilt in his voice
Just a quiet reminder that we all have a choice
He’s fought his own battles, carried his load
Lost dear ones early down that long dusty road
But every sunrise he still kneels and prays
For the broken, the searching, the lost in their days
Tolerance and grace are the tools that he wields
In a world full of anger, he plants healing fields
Grandkids run to him when the day’s work is done
He tells them of Jesus, the light of the Son
Not from a pulpit, but under the gums
With a yarn and a smile, till the night finally comes
A natural leader, though he’d never admit
Just a bloke who believes and refuses to quit
He’s the bush preacher, calling folks home…
Bush preacher… bush preacher…
In the quiet of the bush, when the stars start to show
He whispers “Goodnight, Lord”… and the night winds blow
Bush preacher… still walking the road…