~ The Singing Cowboy ~
A cowboy woke
early with a heavy heart.
He slipped out of bed and headed out in
He stood by the stall in the barn near
As he brushed him his thoughts turned to
last winter's snow.
The weather was fierce, and the wood was
The cowboy saddled up while singin' his
The words you could hear as he sang with
Heading off to the woods to cut by
The wind, was bone chillin' and blindin',
But the cowboy kept cuttin' as he sang
Lord I'm just a cowpoke that loves
Ain't nobody loves me quite like you do.
No silver or gold or call to fame,
Why, most people won't ever know my
But you, Lord, you know me and all my
You saved me and brought me out of the
He sang as he cut when suddenly a tree,
Toppled on over, right across his knee.
There was no help for at least a mile;
And the clouds were building as the snow
Lord get me out of this one, for only
There's no one else here to give me a
I know I've ignored your call to preach,
But I know you will help me, as your
face I seek.
He soon drifted off in a silent sleep,
Thoughts cast aside of a promise to
No one said how that cowboy got home.
But many speculate God sent the old
Months passed quickly, the cowpoke
With cattle to feed, branding and shots.
But God still continued to nudge his
And that's when the cowboy woke with a
His hands were all clammy, sweat dripped
from his brow.
He knew what he had to do, but the
question was how?
So that's when he headed out to the
And now it was time to answer the call.
He put down the brush as he knelt by ole
And right then and there he stopped
When he rose from the floor, all the
struggle was gone.
Now he's known to all, as the Preacher
with a Song.
© 2003 used with permission