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Sunrise spills on a shack by the muck road,  

A cypress dances where the breeze hits mangroves.  

Coffee steam risin’ from a lipstick‑stained mug,  

Her eyes drift closed as she leans in for love.  

Got calloused hands from the work I’ve done,  

And a sun‑kissed beauty holdin’ on, one‑to‑one.  

That pretty little thing that I’m livin’ for—  

She’s pure handmade by the Good Lord.  

Sawgrass standin’ seven high in late July,  

Fireflies blinkin’ when the day waves bye.  

The prettiest shadow in the screen‑door light  

Calls my name as stars fall soft on a velvet night.  

Ain’t much money but my heart stays full,  

She’s got a patched quilt, stitches that pull.  

From the dirt and rain to the creeks out back,  

You can see His touch in every track.  

So I lift my thanks to the heavens above  

For the grace I’ve found in this woman I love.  

Every mile we step, every dream we explore  

Feels handmade by the Good Lord.  

She’s my heart that beats strong and sure,  

The kind of love a man would fight for.  

Every step we take, I feel it even more—  

We’re both handmade by the Good Lord.

So I lift my thanks to the heavens above  

For the grace I’ve found in this woman I love.  

Every mile we step, every dream we explore  

Feels handmade by the Good Lord.