SingSnap Original by ThomasRedheart

ThomasRedheart - SingSnap Original

ThomasRedheart

Jun 04, 2025 05:14pm

When I Think of HomeLyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart  ©COPYRIGHT 6-4-25 All Rights Reserved © Verse 1[D] Dust chokes the desert wind, my rifle’s cold and worn,[A] Sand in my boots like the Georgia clay I was born upon.[G] Mortars sing their midnight hymn, a lullaby of dread,[D] I close my eyes and see the porch where Mama bowed her head.[D] Sergeant barks the orders sharp, the heat’s a living knife,[A] But I taste Sunday pot roast and my little sister’s laugh.[G] Fear’s a ghost that rides my spine—I breathe it in, let go—[D] ‘Cause grace ain’t in the silence… it’s in the words I know: Chorus[G] When I think of home, I see the [D] river running clear,[A] Daddy’s hands calloused from the [G] plow, but soft to dry my tears.[D] Mama’s voice reading Psalms at night, the [A] oak tree’s faithful shade,[G] And the cross above the altar where my [D] childhood prayers were made.[G] When the devil’s at my shoulder, and the [D] dark feels like a tomb,[A] I open up my Bible to the [G] light that fills this room.[D] ‘Cause home’s not just a memory… it’s the [A] faith that holds me [D] tight—[G] I’m fighting for the promise: [A] “Son, you’ll make it home alright.” Verse 2[D] I was eight when harvest failed, the fields turned into dust,[A] Daddy held me weeping, said, “In God we place our trust.”[G] We knelt beside the kitchen stove, the frost outside the door,[D] His whispered “Father, give us strength” became my armor for this war.[D] Now I’m pinned in razor wire, the sting of sweat and blood,[A] But I hear that old church choir lifting hymns above the mud.[G] A photo in my helmet—Jenny’s smile, so full of grace—[D] Reminds me what I’m guarding: love’s eternal resting place. Bridge*[Bm] Bullets rip the midnight air, [G] my brothers hit the ground,[A] I scream, “Lord, get us through this!”—no other [D] sound.[Bm] Then a stillness like the hush [G] when snow first starts to fall,[A] And a voice inside whispers: “I [D] won’t let your footsteps fail.” Verse 3[D] Dawn breaks like a baptism, the shadows start to flee,[A] I touch the dog-tags round my neck: “God’s with me”… and I believe.[G] We patch the wounds and share the canteen, brothers bound by prayer,[D] ‘Cause hope’s a seed you plant in hell when love’s the air you breathe out there.[D] I write to Jenny, “Darling, don’t you fear the waiting’s long,[A] The same hand guiding tractors steers the right away from wrong.[G] When the nightmares try to claim me, I just kneel beside my bed,[D] And the peace that filled our farmhouse covers every inch of dread.” Final Chorus[G] When I think of home, I smell the [D] rain on fresh-cut hay,[A] Jenny’s laugh like windchimes on a [G] perfect summer day.[D] Daddy’s worn-out Bible with the [A] Psalms he marked in red,[G] And the promise that the living [D] walk beside the dead.*[G] When the desert tries to break me, [D] and the doubt screams I’m alone,[A] I trace the map of heaven in the [G] letters that you’ve sown.[D] ‘Cause home’s not just a place, it’s the [A] light no war can [D] dim—[G] I’ll carry every brother back [A] on prayers that carried [D] him. Outro*[D] “Yea, though I walk through the valley…”*[A] I will fear no evil near…*[G] For You are with me always—*[D] And home is always here.”