Beautiful acoustic guitar/piano song about God's calling. This is about standing at the edge of time with eyes wide open waiting for what God is about to do next...

Eyes Wide Open

Ain't no heaven without Him. No "been washed in the fountain." No trumpet that's soundin'
No movin' of mountains, oh no

No Heaven Without Him

They got great publicity and exposure
By shootin' down those they disagree with
We lost a future president and soldier
They blamed it on right-wing extremists

What was this disagreement over?
We asked as he was laid to rest
Been pushin' for full disclosure
Wonderin' who may be next...

Who will they choose?
Tucker, Megan, or Candace?
What gun will they use?
What weapon will they brandish?

I know these truths
Seem to be outlandish
But when a shooter shoots
Our future dreams vanish

Who are their heroes?
With Gen Z and Gen X?
Who's losin', battin' zero?
Who's key? Who's next?

A hometown hero?
Ex-marine or redneck?
Ben Shapiro
Judge Jeanine or Glenn Beck?
Just wonderin' who's next...

They got great publicity and exposure
By shootin' down those they disagreed with
We lost a future president and soldier
They blamed it on right-wing extremists

What was this disagreement over?
We asked as he was laid to rest
Been pushin' for full disclosure
Wonderin' who may be next...

We've got to put a stop
To this awful injustice
Why do we have cops
Juries, lawyers and judges?

Keep getting great publicity and exposure
By taking out those they disagree with
They keep growin' bolder n bolder
These crazy left-wing extremists

But their reign of terror will be over
Once they start seeing more arrests
We ain't fascists, we ain't ogres
Just wonderin' who may be next

Hooo, hooo
Who may be next?
Hooo, hooo
Who may be next? 

Who May Be Next?

Written from the perspective of God the Father, this song imagines what it must have been like to watch His only Son take His first breath in a manger. The heavens stood still, creation held its breath, and Love entered the world wrapped in humility.

“This Is My Son” blends the intimacy of the Nativity with the eternal voice of the Father declaring His Son’s purpose — hope born where shadows once ruled. It’s a worshipful anthem of awe, love, and the greatest gift ever given.

🎶 *May it remind us that Christmas was not just the birth of a Child, but the beginning of redemption for all mankind.*

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This Is My Son

Song about twin sisters who make different life choices.But who are still connected in all the ways that really matter.

Connected

I was tossed n torn by life's storms - no doubt
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Any battles I've won, were hard fought
Had to work hard, for what I got

To win the match, you have to stand n fight
You might get smashed, might lose your life
Nothin' worth havin' is gonna be a cake walk
Sometimes you've just got, to take your shot

You've gotta take your hits
That's the price you pay
Gotta take your licks
If you wanna win the race

Might be torn and tossed
By the storm and winds
Gotta bear your cross
Before you're born again

It's like the civil war - north versus the south
You can't win the war - sittin' on the couch
Any battles you win, gonna be hard fought
Sometimes you've got, to take your shot

Hey that's alright -- that's OK
To win the fight, gotta swing through the pain
Nothin' worth havin' is gonna be a cake walk
Sometimes you've got, to take your shot

You've gotta take your hits
That's the price you pay
Keep your wits (about you)
If you wanna win the race

Might be torn and tossed
By the storm and wind
Gotta bear your cross
Before you're born again

If God made all your struggles disappear
Would you be strong enough to storm the gates?
If, God forbid, you had to face your worst fears
Would you trust Him if your toys were torn away?

You've gotta take your hits
That's the price you pay
Keep your wits (about you)
If you wanna win the race

Might be torn and tossed
By the storm and wind
Gotta carry your cross
Before you're born again

You weren't born with a silver spoon in yer mouth
You'll be tossed n torn by life's storms - no doubt
Nothin' worth havin' is gonna be a cake walk
Sometimes you've just got, to take your shot

Take Your Shot

You like to walk in the rain
But don't like to get wet
Scream in pain when I bet
But bet on green in roulette

You like to drive to the mountains
But you're afraid of heights
You love hearts and flowers
But hate bugs and flies

Love birds and butterflies
But hate furry caterpillars
Watch murder mysteries
To determine the killer

You're a riddle, an enigma
A puzzle, a conundrum
Where'd these neuroses
Originally come from?

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your roots
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

You like to take photos
Near rivers and lakes
But hate mosquitoes
and slithery snakes

You like to go to the beach
But swim like a frog with your legs
You like to eat quiche
But you're allergic to eggs

You're a riddle, an enigma
A puzzle, a conundrum
Where'd these neuroses
Originally come from?

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your youth
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

I wish I could make your fears disappear
That you'd stop replaying that same ol' tape
But let me make myself perfectly clear
I'd rather deal with your fears than plan my escape

You're a riddle, an enigma
A puzzle, a conundrum
Where'd these neuroses
Originally come from?

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your youth
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

Maybe we can trace 'em
Back to your roots
I wish I could erase 'em
To tell you the truth

A Conundrum

Tomorrow I'll officially be "old"
But I'm not deformed or decrepit
I'd rather be hot or cold
Than lukewarm or tepid

I'd rather go out with a bang
Than slowly fade away
Like songs I never sang
Forgotten in the fray

In Your kingdom
There's no such thing as age
There's peace n freedom
When we leave this feeble cage

Forgive me for being, sad and blue
I've kicked myself til I'm, black and blue
Didn't mean to, act it out on you
You're the one I hitched my wagon to

Growin' old doesn't have to be sad
At least I ain't six feet underground
Everything about agin' ain't bad
Sometimes I even get a discount

I need to look on the bright side
At least I ain't six feet under
I'm just glad that Christ died
For my bad deeds n blunders

I need to look at growing old
From a new n fresh perspective
At least my faith ain't growin' cold
And I'm not alone and neglected

In Your kingdom
There's no such thing as age
There's peace n freedom
When we leave this feeble cage

Forgive me for being, sad and blue
I've kicked myself til I'm, black and blue
Didn't mean to, act it out on you
You're the one I hitched my wagon to

In Your kingdom
There's no such thing as age
There's peace n freedom
When we leave this feeble cage

Forgive me for being, sad and blue
I've kicked myself til I'm, black and blue
Didn't mean to, act it out on you
You're the one I hitched, my wagon to

No Such Thing as Age

I've got a house near the lake
A little piece of paradise
Livin' in the lone star state
And I deliver pizza pies

Lately I've been taking stock
Of all that I've been through
Oh, tomorrow is my birthday
Seems odd, but it's true

Turnin' another decade older
Turnin' over a new leaf
My wife loves me to hold her
She makes my life complete

Got two daughters n two grand babies
Who play games around my feet
Still know my first n last name
And have most of my teeth

And my world is very different
From those crazy single years
But if I had the chance to do it over
I'd rather stay right here

Another decade older
Turnin' over a new leaf
Not cryin' on your shoulder
My birthday's October fourteenth

Now it's a national holiday
Because of Charlie Kirk
This world has gone insane
So we've got to stay alert

I have friends who care about me
They're the best I've ever had
Never questioned me or doubted me
When the good times went bad

And I love to share my music
Though it's hard to make it pay
I pray that God somehow will use it
To reach those who've gone astray

Another decade older
Turnin' over a new leaf
I pray I will be bolder
As I share my beliefs

And I ain't twenty-five
My back's a little stiff
There's lines around my eyes
But God's given me a gift

Another decade older
Turnin' over a new leaf
The world's growin' colder
But I'm still makin' beats

I'll keep on serving Jesus
As I await the final hour
His love it never ceases
He's my fortress n my tower

His mercy brought me this far
His love has dried my tears
I've attached myself to His star
He'll guide the rest of my years 

Another Decade Older


​Sunrise paints the fields a perfect gold
Just like the stories that my grandpa told
'Bout how a seed takes root in muddy ground
And how the simple life is where true peace is found.
We roll the windows down on this old Chevy truck
Got more than fortune, got the honest kind of luck.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​My baby brother’s laughin' in the backseat now,
Chasin' fireflies near the river bend, somehow.
His tiny hand in mine as we say grace tonight,
That’s a small reflection of the everlasting light.
We’re fixin' fences, workin' 'til the sun sinks low,
Plantin' seeds of love and watchin' 'em all grow.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​I don't need a sign blazin' in the sky,
Just the strength to live right 'til the day I die.
It's in the quiet whispers when the storm has passed,
The way my weary soul was built to last.
The simple fact that we wake up and breathe the air,
That's the unseen miracle proof that someone cares.
​(Instrumental Break)
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​Yeah, around my family...
Thank the good Lord for the dirt and the truck.
And the Spirit livin' in us.
Amen.

Holy Spirit, Dirt, And Diesel

Thank you, Lord for, watching over me
For all these many years
For guiding me and showing me
You're greater than all my fears

Another year has come and gone
I pray I've learned from my mistakes
May hundreds be hummin' my songs
And may I do whatever it takes

To point the way to the one who offers
His peace and love and grace
So help me grow and prosper
And run to win the race
Run to win the race

I'll keep on serving Jesus
As I await the final hour
His love it never ceases
He's my fortress n my tower

His mercy brought me this far
His love has dried my tears
I've attached myself to His star
He'll guide the rest of my years
The rest of my years

I have friends who care about me
They're the best I've ever had
Never questioned me or doubted me
When the good times went bad

And I love to share my music
Though it's hard to make it pay
I pray that God someday will use it
To reach those who've gone astray

And I ain't twenty-five
My back's a little stiff
There's lines around my eyes
But I've got a God-given gift

I'll keep on serving Jesus
As I await the final hour
His love it never ceases
He's my fortress n my tower

Another year has come and gone
I pray I'll learn from my mistakes
Help me write some lasting songs
And do whatever it might take

To point the way to the one who offers
His peace and love and grace
So help me to grow and prosper
And run to win the race
Run to win the race!
Run to win the race! 

Run to Win the Race

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

Whether crafting soul-stirring love ballads, foot-tapping jingles, or heart-pounding hard rock anthems, Stan brings a rare blend of versatility, depth, and soul to every track. He doesn't just write songs — he writes moments you can feel.

Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

If you're an Artist looking for a song for the next hit, send me a message. Who knows, I may have a gem and a #1 hit for us both!

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