My God Is a Cowboy
My God is a cowboy and even likes to fish
To ride for Him daily is truly my wish
He was born in a barn, rode hard every day
fightin' ole Satan and chasin' down strays
He can calm a stampede, rope a whirlwind, save the herd
and do it all gladly, with only His Word
He can mend fences and heal busted hearts
and can round up even the smallest broken parts
His brand's on the cattle on a thousand hills
He hung on a cross to pay all our bills
He's gone home to build new bunkhouses and stalls
with new feather quilts and gold on the walls
He'll be back for a final roundup riding a white horse
I'm saddled and ready; spurs a jinglin' of course
My God is a cowboy it's certainly true
For Him I rope and ride, now how 'bout you?
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