It Is By Grace I Drive Poem by Duane Botzek

I watch the night's endless sky
Taste beauty in each sunrise
There's is so much to grasp
And just like those northern lights
Each new mile flows so bright
Exposes nothing but moving light
How graced is my soul?

I won't give up on us
Even when the skies turn gray
I give my best each day
Our nation is worth it

And when day grow cold
Covered roads of ice and snow
Days of little cash-flow
I know we will make it

I won't give up on us
We have the means to run
Our country's needs
Plans to be well done
You see we are worth it

It is by grace I drive
Destined for you