Annona Texas

There’s a little town tucked off the highway line,

Where the sunset paints the evening sky,

And a rusty patina water tower stands,

Like a weathered promise over this land.

Red River dirt and gravel roads,

Neighbors helpin’ carry heavy loads,

A town that’s small but a spirit that’s strong,

In Annona, Texas, where hearts belong.

Oh, Annona, Texas, you’ve been through the rain,

Through broken pipes and seasons of pain,

But the Lord kept His hand on this little place,

And hope still shines on every face.

Beneath that rusty tower standin’,

You can feel Heaven’s hand still guiding,

“We may bend, but we won’t fall,”

Annona, Texas… God watches over all.

Late nights under flashing lights,

Workin’ water leaks till mornin’ light,

Prayers whispered through the hard times too,

Holdin’ on when there was little left to do.

Some folks left and some stayed near,

Still fightin’ for the town they hold dear,

And every sunrise over County roads,

Feels like mercy only Heaven knows.

Not every hero wears a crown,

Some just love a struggling town,

With calloused hands and prayers at night,

Trustin’ God to make things right.

Oh, Annona, Texas, your story’s still alive,

A little town with a faithful fight,

And every soul who’s walked these streets,

Knows grace runs deeper underneath.

That rusty patina tower still stands tall,

Watchin’ over every rise and fall,

And the angels sing above it all…

Annona, Texas… standing tall.