Between Mesquite

I went looking for him, but he could not be found anywhere

I looked all mornin’

I looked high, I looked low

I looked left, I looked right

I looked on both sides of the road

And I found my prayer sittin’

In the dirt,

by a rock,

between mesquite,

in the sun and

I reached down and

scooped him up and

dropped to my knees and

pulled him close and

I looked up and

I told myself that

I would not stop hugging him