God Cowboy Poems

He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire,
fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines,
reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries,
the...

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I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens
By Steve Body
Copyright 2009


I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens.
All the words are jumbled in...

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Put him in your plan
Make it stand
No matter what you do
Take god with you
He will open the door
and more 
Bring in the new year
With smile...

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He saw a girl wearing only one shoe,
and drew the other one from his pocket,
tied it on her foot, and said to the girl,
“You have...

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Dalton lived in the north Texas plain,
working a ranch he owned for five years,
a small spread, but it brought some money in,
some solace after all...

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He is  for us all
Just call 
You will not fall
You will stand tall
Will cure you pain
Stop eyes that rain
Look up sky above
GOD IS LOVE...

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If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also” (Matthew 5:38-39).

They pulled my hair,
twisted my ears, and pushed me...

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...They even claimed that Diaz died,
cut down by Smith’s swift, steady hand,
but Ramsey was nowhere near there,
did not go down amongst the damned.

Instead he was...

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...Then he could see it, the boils,
on their neck and wrists, bright and red,
he felt an itch on his own back,
and felt a cold moment...

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...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.”
offered the wrists to his bandittos.
Two of them led the man away,
Diaz fumed more watching him go.

Denied the...

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Now I know you’ve heard the story
of how I all was way back when,
when cowboys rode with Indians
near our small town of Buzzard’s Bend.

Not long...

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Many messages from Heaven
are hard for me to understand
How one moment I held you close
the next you slipped out of my hands

Forgive me if I...

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~ Judgment Day…
Well when we're kneeling there before the Lord 
he won't give a hoot what color's our skin
He'll only care if we've opened our...

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Whenever I’m sitting at the table
my stack of chips is dwindling kind of low
I start to thinking back towards the past 
and how life has...

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The sun hangs gilded
I savor the warmth
as autumn trees glow like fire
flickering through hoar frost

mountains loom proud
into cloudless blue
like white-headed old men
watching over the world

the...

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