Shot from the Saddle

Knocked from my saddle,
I didn't see it coming,
shot in the back,
he thought I was dead.

He didn't wait around to see,
if I was killed,
because God let me live,
I will kill him someday.

Getting stronger every day,
that bullet didn't kill me,
passed right thru,
God decided I would heal,
getting back on the trail,
I'm coming for you.

The saloon doors swing closed behind me,
there stands that back shooter at the bar,
I see the fear in his eyes,
he doesn't know he's dead before he hits the floor,
his pistols never moved.

The click of two hammers in my ear,
two 44's looking at me,
you better GIT while you still can boy,
we never liked that son-of-a bitch anyway.

The morning sun lights my path,
I see home down the valley,
quietly calling me,
asking where you been?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/27/2018 5:58:00 PM
That is the point of the poem. God didn't let him live to kill but to have another chance in life. It's about choices. The dead guy made choices that killed him. God allowed him to make those choices. No matter what choices we make good or bad God always gives us another choice to get closer to him if we want to.
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Date: 4/27/2018 7:16:00 AM
A fun cowboy poem, Timothy. Interesting his perspective that God would let him live so he could shoot his assailant.
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