Learn To Live A Little

The driller said it’s time, My five point harness buckled tight.

I step onto the ladder and start my prayer to make the climb.

I found that little Bible, inside Forrest rig three.

I read the words inside, and learn to really be free.

I climb the ladder slow, I pray for strength and light.

I climb up towards heaven; we are tripping pipe tonight.

I stop halfway up and I look on past the sky.

I thank the Lord above me for the honor to be alive.

I climb to my destination, the derrick, a place of fear.

I strap in for the evening, thank God for being so near.

The blocks are rising so quickly, this stand I am holding tight.

I slam the elevators shut; how I love tripping pipe.

As the minutes go on for hours at the moment I am soaking wet.

I thank God for all the farmers who need rain to keep me fed.

The night is winding down, one stand left for the hole.

I feel warmth upon the derrick, for God is my foothold.

I think about a scripture, As I let the last stand fall.

I thank God for my brothers below me and I know He hears my call.

I climb onto the ladder, but first I look above.

I proceed on down the ladder, knowing that God is love.

I touch the ground in safety, it’s been a cold and rainy night.

But I’m filled with the warmth of my Savior, it’s so good to finally be alive.

The rest of the night I am thankful. I pray for people with needs.

I found this little Bible, On that Forrest rig number three.

By Elijah Baxter, Rockwall Roughneck (aka Steven Garland)