Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it’s fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the wail when a bull of a devil left his trail some kinda fight on the road to hell.
No wonder I headed for Whiskey Row with some forty drinks down below sure is thunder in your hole will rock your soul as you face the mighty cold.
Strums my guitar and softly singing as the cowboys are around the camp fire ringing as the fire is blazinin another day is hazing. Got the notion for prayin as another cowboy was payin and he was sayin
Lord ya know the deeds I’ve done and in the shadows I have hung I just wanted to be thankful for meeting me on this fateful day and in thy range I will forever stay.
Vanita Allgood
The turmoil of life with the whirl of the world, only Christ can wither the swirl. Break forth my beloved child; and drink not this dredge, lift the horn of righteousness, for I am your hedge. Grab a promise stand in faith, bend your knee and you’ll see the victory. For who but thee can stop the clamor of the enemy and set the boundary. While they plunder, Jesus transcends like thunder, casting all the whirls and swirls of the world asunder. For is it not part of His salvation to put all things under stand aside see His wonder.
Poems with Love Vanita P. Allgood
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