Preacher With a Song
 A cowboy woke early With a heavy heart He slipped out of bed, Heading out in the dark. He stood by the stall In the barn near ole Joe As he brushed him his thoughts Turned to last winter's snow. The weather was fierce And the wood was all gone. The cowboy saddled up While singin' his song. The words could be heard As he sang with his might Riding off in the distance To cut wood by daylight. The wind, was bone chillin' And blindin' snow blew But the cowboy kept cuttin' As he sang his sweet tunes. Lord I'm just a cowpoke Who loves servin' You Ain't nobody loves me Quite like You do. Nothin's fullfillin' Not calls to fame... Most folks won't ever Know me by name. But You Lord... You know me And You know my heart Cuz You saved and brought me Out of the dark. He sang as he cut when Suddenly a tree Came crashing down Right 'cross his knees. There was no help For least a mile The clouds were buildin And the snow quickly piled. Lord get me out of this. For only You can There's not a single soul To give me a hand. I know I've put off Your call to preach Yet I know You will help me As Your face I seek. He soon drifted Into a silent sleep Thoughts cast aside Of a promise to keep. No one said how That cowboy got home. But many suspect God sent his old roan.  Months passed quickly. The cowpoke forgot With cattle to feed, Brandin' and shots. But God still continued To nudge his old heart. That's when the cowboy Woke with a start!  His hands were all clammy. Sweat dripped from his brow. He knew what to do. But his question was, "How?" He headed t'wards the barn Walked out to the stall He knew it was time To answer the call. He put down the brush As he knelt by old Joe. Right then and there, He stopped saying, no. When he rose from the ground All the struggle was gone The cowpoke's now called Preacher with a Song. © 2003 by Marie Williams


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