The mind of man can't imagine or conceive of what God has planned for those who believe. Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions! In my father's place, are many mansions...

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He Who Owns the Cattle Owns the Gold is a Christian Country Pop song written and arranged by Stan Countz

He Who Owns the Cattle Owns the Gold

Patriot pop, protest pop, prophetic pop song written and arranged by lyricist/songwriter Stan Countz.

Reformation

Mostly Peaceful Riots

Protest pop song written and arranged by Stan Countz

Woke Judges

Patriot pop, protest pop, prophetic pop written and arranged by Stan Countz
Lyrics
The left wants us ignored or silenced
Or they'll just resort to violence
Got no room for moderates
Now who's bein' intolerant?

The news purports to be unbiased
Like David, we need to slay the giant
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk

They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

David looked that giant in the face
And said "today's your dyin' day."
That giant profaned the Lord's name
And by a shepherd's hand was slain

Men and women of this great land
We need to grab the Savior's hand
And stand for what we believe
Repent n humbly hit our knees

They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

David looked that giant in the face
And said "today's your dyin' day."
That giant profaned the Lord's name
And by a shepherd's hand was slain

The news purports to be unbiased
Like David, we need to slay the giant
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk

The left wants us ignored or silenced
Or they'll just resort to violence
Got no room for moderates
Now who's bein' intolerant?

Like Pontius Pilate

Lyrics
The left wants us ignored or silenced
Or they'll just resort to violence
Got no room for moderates
Now who's bein' intolerant?

The news purports to be unbiased
Like David, we need to slay the giant
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk

They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

David looked that giant in the face
And said "today's your dyin' day."
That giant profaned the Lord's name
And by a shepherd's hand was slain

Men and women of this great land
We need to grab the Savior's hand
And stand for what we believe
Repent n humbly hit our knees

They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

David looked that giant in the face
And said "today's your dyin' day."
That giant profaned the Lord's name
And by a shepherd's hand was slain

The news purports to be unbiased
Like David, we need to slay the giant
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk

The left wants us ignored or silenced
Or they'll just resort to violence
Got no room for moderates
Now who's bein' intolerant?

Suffer in Silence

Lyrics 
Long ago in the garden, we believed an evil lie
Our hearts began to harden, and man began to die
But our all-knowing Father, thought up an ingenious plan
To save His sons n daughters, from the reaper's hand

But we grumbled in the desert in distrust, doubt and fear
Stumbled in the dust n dirt for pert near forty years
But, in the end, we prevailed and possessed the land
But even then we failed to obey His just commands

We heard His Word n tried to stop it
We made the wrong choice
Ignored His righteous prophets
And His still, small voice

Until we saw that battle star rising in the East
Followed on to a barn filled with cattle and beasts
A child in a manger wrapped in swaddling clothes
Strangers warned of danger then sauntered off home

Things got a lot hotter when He cut into their profits
They'd turned the house of God into a den of robbers
Called to turn people's hearts to the God of their fathers
Turned over their money carts, they all got clobbered

They were too blind to see, He came to set them free
He came to free His people who by Satan were bound
He'd soon be nailed to a cross and laid in the ground
But they should‘ve known you can’t keep a good man down

The Sanhedrin tried to deceive him
He came to his own, but they wouldn't receive him
In his hometown, they didn’t believe him
But to those who received him

He gave the right to be called
Children of the Most High God
So we shouldn’t think it quite so odd
What He said to those who wore a self-righteous facade

They were too blind to see, He came to set them free
He came to free His people who by Satan were bound
He'd soon be nailed to a cross and laid in the ground
But they should‘ve known you can’t keep a good man down

Like a lamb led to the slaughter, He spoke not a sound
Came to save our sons n daughters who were enslaved n bound
But they should've known you can't keep a good man down
No, oh oh, you, you can't keep a good man down

Can't Keep a Good Man Down

Lyrics by Stan Countz

At the cross the devil thought he’d won 
but the Father tricked him
I was the victor, the only sinless one
Not the victim
As my body was layin' in the tomb
Father God was makin' room
For more souls to join 
His sacred kingdom

The mind of man can't imagine or conceive
What God has planned for those who believe
Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

God knows, after three days 
I rose from the grave
Now there’s only one name 
by which man can be saved

I said “If you've seen me
You've seen the Father."
The enemy screams
"Why even bother?”

Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

The mind of man can't imagine or conceive
What God has planned for those who believe
Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

The gospel shouts from the housetops
“We’re saved by the grace of God above”
Not by something we say or do, start or stop
‘Cuz we can never deserve the Father's love
I gave my life to save all mankind
Man's best efforts were not enough
Those who seek Me will surely find
N the Spirit will fall on 'em like a dove

The mind of man can't imagine or conceive
What God has planned for those who believe
Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

The mind of man can't imagine or conceive
What God has planned for those who believe
Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

[Instrumental outro]

Don't fall prey to Satan's many distractions
In my father's place, are many mansions

Many Mansions

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!

Many Mansions

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