The Revelation
"I saw heaven standing open
and there before me was a white horse…"
Revelation 19:11
I’ve talked to many a good man
facing his own end
And pretty much they all wonder
about the same thing
Will passing thru that final gate
put an end to things we love
Will we all hang up our cowboy rigging
when we see the dove.
And, well I’ve begun to wonder
when I’m called before the throne
And stand and face my deeds on earth
and do my best to atone
As I stand there in Stetson hat
and rusty, bent spurs
Will I be bunched with the righteous
or will I be corralled with the curs.
But, then I’m a wondering,
what about my way of life?
Will I still be a cowboy,
will my way be filled with strife?
Will I have to sell my saddle?
Will I give up my puncher ways?
If I can’t cowboy,
how will I fill up my heavenly days?
But, then I remember reading in Revelation,
chapter 19, eleventh verse
And my heart is filled with happiness,
ain’t no reason now to curse.
Cuz the good book tell us all,
we’ll be cowboying up in paradise
Riding herd for the real King Ranch,
punching cows and doing right.
Cus it’s written in the Bible,
you all can now stay the course
“I saw heaven standing open
and there before me was a white horse”
So, I’ll grab my old saddle
and swing it up on that critter's back
And ride that heavenly range forever,
me, that white horse and my old kack.
G.Casey Allen
© July 25, ‘03
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