Cowboy Jesus Poems | Cowboy Poems About Jesus
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The sun was rising in the east
behind some hitching posts -
and weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
But I wore fancy cowboy duds,
I was a handsome sight.
A crowd of people gathered 'round
to watch this old gun fight.
The street was dead and empty
except for sin and I.
I somehow ended up out here.
I'm really not sure why.
A bullet? Very perilous
if we've no self-control -
and sin is much more dangerous,
because it kills the soul.
Now noon met with humidity.
The sun was dry and hot.
Some beads of sweat rolled down my face -
my stomach, in a knot.
But no, I wasn't nervous -
though duel had begun.
I counted out ten paces -
then turned and drew my gun.
But sin is faster, furious -
much quicker than the eye.
Oh please! Dear Lord and Saviour -
I do not want to die!
And then... in just an instant,
I dropped down to my knees.
I fell as peace passed over me
and felt the gentle breeze.
But something stood in front of me.
Its shadow crossed my face.
I then saw Jesus on that cross.
He took my very place.
Ashamed, I dropped my pistol.
My pride was killed that day -
as I pulled off my fancy boots
and flung my hat away.
Now humbled on the dusty street
with crowded eyes on me -
my every pride had vanished as
I learned humility.
In faithfulness, I stood again,
though I was at a loss...
Oh, how could Jesus love me so
from that old rugged cross?
The sun was setting in the west
behind some hitching posts.
And weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
©2012 louis gander / www.ganderpoems.org
Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Man neither angel nor beast
Strive for happiness
Become street smart
Offers variety of lifestyles
Delighted to alter
Thankful for almost tragedy
Saved me from the dark
Eternal Son is Father Christ
Brought light to my dark world
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
She said it was come to Jesus
But it wasn't held in a church
Familiar as I am with the
Who knew that Jesus cursed.
She started out on football
And the way I sat and
Then rolled her eyes when I
She was talking about God's
own football team.
Then she made some
About how it wasn't right
That somehow one of my
Needed to go drinking every
When I politely tried to tell her
She was blowing things out of
She said you better get new
Who knew the meaning of the
When I asked what it was she
She said it's really no big
Treat me like I'm still you're
Not second fiddle to your
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
The Book of Life
The Book of Life’s a story
About how your life was spent
When you get to the end
Will you be Heaven Sent?
The pages are unwritten
There’s a story to be told
But that can only happen
When life’s events unfold
Some days will be challenging
And some full of laughter
But that will change with every page
And every single chapter
Eternal life’s your destiny
That’s your final goal
You are the master of your fate
And the captain of your soul
Our lord and savior who has died
For all our sins is with us
At the beginning and also at the end
Listen and obey the laws
They say love thy neighbor and thou shalt not kill
And you must come to Jesus of your own freewill
You must be born again, live obedient and true
And when you read the bible it will give you all the clues
On how to fill unwritten pages
With good choices that you’ve made
When you live, and listen, the words will get you saved
Give him all the praise and give him all the glory
And with our heavenly father is how you’ll end your story.
Copyright © Diane Ilfeld | Year Posted 2015
When I go home damn
Its really quiet
Never thought I'd find this amount of white noise
In the pitch black face silence
As I flip scenarios of something like self inflicted violence
making, my room, look....just a lil more stylish
I'll douse the walls with my wrist's imitation of your red fingernail polish
The riot in my mind may have leaked out
Some sound and the floorboards of this house still creek but a paddle im
In my surroundings
Thought my flow would let me float on but ya boy ain't so buoyant tho
Fall in to the blue sky's reflection as I plummet into my foe
I'm a machine, can't have water get too close
Not afraid of water, because I can't swim
Scared of depth and darkness, and oceans will force me to give in
I don't wanna share my lungs
Lemme breathe for me
Fraid uh water because I've coasted the trans-parent sea
It's weird when you can say "my parents see right through me"
But I lost every battle
Reached for anything
All I got was a broken handle on everything
Sex life flowing down south with her g string and sex appeal
I need to
but cannot feel
As I challenge my demons to a battle
Im kind of like the scent leading the pack to the cattle
Never really see me coming
But I'll lead you to something that'll have ya bowels runnin
Digestive tract star
Ingest every bar
And when you're done im the shit
Even if you ain't really like it
I mean if you want,
Glance at my ego leave a scar
Or get impressed call me a star
My stride the only thing between me and going far
Serpentine with your actions but I call you baby
Now I see why you stay so shady
because to me it seems like you've got nothing but an innocent rattle
Blinded, because I let my lap become your saddle
Your reflection yelling at me im surprised you couldn't tell
Treating me like I was the first Angel sent to hell
If Jesus was a lamb I can be your scapegoat at the very least
Sacrilegious sacrifices, looked past the fact I'm actually a feral beast
Shook, like a Harlem shake rattlesnake attention deficit rook
Playin the say it wit ya chess game and I wrote all the books
King disguised as a pawn
I'll put myself on
Competition going down
Hit that nae napalm expellin from my mouth
Copyright © Johnathan Thompson | Year Posted 2014
Jesus reincarnates on the earth plane
and decides to open a medical marijuana dispensary.
Although business is booming,
he forgets to get the blessing of the DEA,
and soon the IRS becomes his worst judas to date.
Can the savior of psychedelics conjure a reason
to avoid crucifixion in this latter day tale
of medicine, financial derivatives,
and destruction of the empire of symbols?
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
Without Christ... We Are Nothing!
You think you have everything...
"Don't need" anything more.
God says; "You are wretched, blind,
miserable and poor."
Are you content? There's
nothing "you don't need?"
Is your life filled with
self-righteousness and greed?
Jesus stands at your heart's door...
Waiting to come in.
But is the "uninvited guest,"
Do you have a form of Godliness,
but deny the power thereof?
Proclaiming to be a Christ' follower,
but void of his love?
Are you committed to a fancy building
and bright chandeliers?
For the lost souls...
Do you shed any tears?
It's time to fall in love with Jesus
and his precious word too.
He's here right now...
Waiting for you!
Only you can make the right choice.
It's your decision.
You're spiritual life will die...
If serving Jesus is not your mission...
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments
Which restore us to the friendship of God
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011