✶ THE BLESSING OF THE LORD (MAKETH RICH) ✶
A National Anthem for the Hands of the People
Inspired by Proverbs 10:22

[INTRO – Spoken, low and reverent over soft guitar and strings]
This land wasn’t built by kings, nor carved by cowards.
It was shaped by calloused hands and backs that bore the weight of hope.
And now… the Lord Himself is honoring those hands.
For it is written: “The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it.”

[VERSE 1 – Slow, heartfelt]
There’s glory in the gravel, there’s fire in the steel,
There’s a prayer behind the plow, and love behind the wheel.
From the diner’s open sunrise to the welder’s fading spark,
America is beating with the rhythm of the hard.

[VERSE 2 – Emotional swell begins]
The mother with her babies, the father on the road,
The farmer counting raindrops, the soldier bearing load.
They don’t seek applause or medals; they don’t ask for wealth or fame—
But the Lord has seen their labor, and He’s blessing them by name.

[CHORUS – Strong, united voices with soaring melody]
The blessing of the Lord, it rests on sweat and flame,
On every scar and sacrifice, He’s written down your name.
You built this land with prayer and pain and dreams you dared to keep—
Now Heaven pours its glory out, and the harvest will be deep.
Oh, the blessing of the Lord—it maketh rich indeed.

[VERSE 3 – Quiet, introspective]
There’s music in the hammer, there’s worship in the soil,
There’s dignity in every ounce of blood and grit and toil.
And though the world forgot you, though leaders pass you by,
The Lord is walking through your fields with fire in His eyes.

[BRIDGE – Stirring and bold, with strings and drums]
Rise up, ye makers and movers,
Ye unseen saints of the land—
The hands of God are in your fingers,
The future rests in your hands.
This nation’s not a theory—
It’s a thousand daily deeds,
And the Lord shall crown the faithful
Who planted quiet seeds.

[VERSE 4 – Joyful, with tearful awe]
From steel mills in Ohio to the backroads of the South,
From lumberyards to nursing homes, the blessing has come out.
It flows not from the government, nor idols made of clay—
But from the ones who give their best, then bow their heads and pray.

[CHORUS – Return, even stronger, full band and choir]
The blessing of the Lord, it rests on sweat and flame,
On every scar and sacrifice, He’s written down your name.
You built this land with prayer and pain and dreams you dared to keep—
Now Heaven pours its glory out, and the harvest will be deep.
Oh, the blessing of the Lord—it maketh rich indeed.

[CODA – Gentle, reverent, fading to silence]
So take your rest, ye builders.
The Lord has seen it all.
The quiet cups of water,
The rises after falls.
And know this one thing surely,
The truth will stand and sing:
The hands of God in human form built liberty with wings.

[AFTER-SONG / EPILOGUE – Spoken, over ambient wind and strings]
It was never about policy. It was never about kings.
It was always about the ones who never gave up.
The ones who held the line. The ones who kept the faith.
To them, the blessing has come.
And to them belongs the land.

“The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it.”
— Proverbs 10:22, KJV