Can you see the furrows on my browEach tells a hundred stories of the whys and of the howI have walked through howling winds I have walked through pouring rainI have journeyed through the joys and I have journeyed through the painEvery single furrow marks the valleys I have trodAnd the narrow winding road that leads me back to GodAnd every single line that is marked upon my faceHighlights the very fact that I have lived by graceEach and every soldier bears the scars of many fightsFor every cloudless day there are just as many nightsBut even through the furrows and all my many linesYou will see my joy, you'll see my love and many other signsFor though I bear the scars that are etched upon my backIn the depths of my very soul there has never been a lackThere's a deep wellspring of peace that continually flowsDespite the many rains and the mighty wind that blowsThere is a greater wind from God that carries me alongThere is a latter rain from heaven that makes me very strongThe hand of God Himself is the hand that holds the plowYou will know I've been to war by the furrows on my brow. ....bro Frank