This is a place of balance.
The majesty of the sunset concludes the day,
Yet the glory of the sunrise is just around the corner.
The days without wind are few, very few,
Yet are matched by the days when the sky surrenders its rain.
Such is the equilibrium of a hard land.
This is a place of honor.
The clerk at the store won’t short change you,
Yet many will stop to help her change a flat.
The cattle that breached the fence won’t wait ‘til morning,
Yet your neighbor will stop and help you put them back.
Such is quality of a neighbor.
This is a place of love.
The people won’t let anyone go hungry.
Food goes out to many every week, yet the shelves remain full.
The kid finds his own way to where there is kindness,
The apathy of the parents is replaced by a coat with a hood.
Such are the hands and feet of Jesus.
This is a land of red dirt and red people.
The land blows so much that none should be left,
Yet the people stay and endure.
The summer heat cracks the earth and the lips,
Yet the love for this land is secure.
Such is the place God set aside to be Oklahoma.