Music, arranging and production by Jon Burr

The Lyric:
Everything was fine, not so very long ago.
I had a weekly paycheck, I was rolling in the dough.
I had a truck, got me where I needed to go.
I didn’t know how much I had, ‘til things began to blow.

Everything was fine, then my tire picked up a tack.
The rubber was so thin, you see, it really set me back.
“What’s the problem now?� was all my boss would say,
Gave me my last paycheck, and sent me on my way…

So, here I am remembering, not so long ago,
I had a weekly paycheck, I was rolling in the dough.
I had my pick-up truck back then, had a shirt. and had a wife.
I didn’t know how little I had because, well, that was life.

Sleeping in my pick-up truck, the light began to dawn.
I would go back home, before my last chance was blown.
I would tell my loving folks, at last I saw the light, 
My prospects didn’t look so good, my future, none too bright.

Could they start me off again, with tuition and the such, and
help me get a-brand new tire, for my raggedy ol’ truck?
If they could be so kind, as to set me on my way, 
I would do my very best, their kindness to repay

Consider the military, said my folks, sounding wise
they told me I need extra time, didn’t mean to criticize
Maybe they were onto something, maybe that could help
Why, oh, why didn’t I think of that myself?

Military life’s not easy, as I learned from the start, 
but I came out much the better, and learned to have some heart.
Well, I’m that better man now, after going through all this.
Finally got my life in shape, it had been so amiss.

I repaid my folks’ advice, as I promised that I would,
Became the son they hoped for, the man they knew I could.
We often go to see them, and they visit the wife and me,
Now they’re contented grandfolks, with babies on each knee!

Once upon a time, when I was really stuck, 
I went back home to see the folks, which became a day of luck.
Military service, I’m glad I took it up.
Life changed for me, when I stopped sleeping in that ol’ truck.

“Cast your bread upon the waters� - Ecclesiastes 11:1

Lyricist Cheryl Prazak blends eclectic and nostalgic lyric themes with lively renditions of traditional tunes in her new release “Hearts Aflame.�
Working with arranger/producer Jon Burr of arrangerforhire.com, and the wonderful vocalist Sammie Jane, these tracks were created for your enjoyment in the celebration of Christ.
The album title and song Hearts Aflame were inspired by the 2023 Asbury Revival at Asbury University in Wilmore, Kentucky.

Footprints In The Garden

On the path were footprints in the garden, whose they were, I could not find a sign.
Thinking I was alone in the garden, I supposed the footprints to be mine.

I could not hear your sweet voice pleading, summoning me from a world somewhere.
You were in the garden interceding, but I didn’t remember that You care. 

I could not hear your kind voice calling, lost was I in a world of despair.
On my heavy heart your voice was falling, I had long forgotten You were there.

Now I hear your voice gently whispering, falling softly as the morning dew.
I can feel your loving touch refreshing, bidding me to start my life anew.

All the time You were there in the garden, giving me your love and strength sublime.
I thought I was alone in the garden; wondrously, You were there all the time.

But now your gentle voice I am hearing, breaking through the din and through the fray.
Yours the voice of my kind Master speaking, in the garden from which I did stray.

Like roses lost within a labyrinth, still fragrantly blossom in the rain.
In the garden now two sets of footprints, that is where my roses bloom again.
That is where my roses bloom again.