V E R S E

The Jensen’s loved us like their own, but the baby was coming soon

Kathryn painted their fence in the morning sun, sweeping floors by noon

Fifteen dollars for a whole day’s work, paint fumes in her hair

She smiled through the tired, said “We owe them,” but Lord, she needed air

three-months along and bone-deep worn, she whispered, “I need rest.”

So we packed up our life one more time, praying for what was next

V E R S E 2

Brockport rent was cheap, but the miles were long; forty-five minutes to the shop

I managed the paint room six-days-a-week; punching that clock ‘til it stopped

Neighbors’ next door with their fist on her door the minute I pulled away

I left them a note, “Leave my wife alone,” but cowards don’t answer in the day

One night coming home, they rode our bumper; metal kissing metal in the dark

Two men jumped out with a gun in the moonlight, coming for my heart

C H O R U S

She ran to a porch light burning bright, beating on a stranger’s door

I stepped in front of the storm and said, “Mess with me instead!”

Grace grabbed the fool with the gun, dragged him back to the car and they flew

that night, I learned what a man would do when the devil comes for you

Yeah, we made it through

by the grace of a woman’s porch light blessing, and a woman who always knew

V E R S E 3

Mid-month wreck on the way to get me, truck blew the light like it was nothing

State Trooper saw it all, sirens screamed, my whole world started crumbling;

They said, “The Placenta tore clean away. Get ready to lose her.”

but an old, praying neighbor from next-door knelt and laid hands on my wife’s bed

Day-after-day, while I mixed paint and prayed under my breath

They spoke life over the daughter we hadn’t met yet

B R I D G E

Sometimes a blessing hangs on by a thread thinner than a heartbeat

Sometimes the answer comes in an old woman’s prayer and two strong arms in the front seat

Sometimes the storm comes to kill, but heaven steps in the way

and a little girl kicks for the first time on the very same week

C H O R U S

We made it through

by the grace of a porch light savior and a woman who always knew

that God rides shotgun on every dark rode

and He never lets go of His own

Yeah, we made it through…

O U T R O

The day she was born, the Angels sang loud enough for the whole ward to hear

I held them both and cried like a baby — my girls, my answered prayer

We were broke, were were bruised, were were whole, we were three

God’s blessings are great

and greater still when you see what He carried you through to receive

Yeah, we made it through.