Cowboy Poetry by Robert Beene

I’ve heard the talk of golden streets
And mansions on a hill.
For some I guess that’s heaven,
But God knows how I feel.

Me and my Christian friends are cowboys,
And we’d never turn down God’s grace.
But cities of gold ain’t what we look to.
See, we run a little different race.

We just want to serve the Lord.
Don’t care much about money or jewels.
We live life different than most
Though we still follow God’s rules.

God wants us all to be happy.
Christians don’t have a sad heart.
He made us everyone different
On purpose right from the start.

So when I think of heaven,
My pictures quite different at best.
Cause God knows us cowboys
Don’t think like all the rest.

So here’s a list of things
That in heaven I’d like to see.
But if I’m close to Jesus,
That’s all that matters to me.

But if it’s not too much trouble,
A couple of good buckin’ pens
For Tommy, an Justin, and Dustin,
And all of my bullridin’ friends.

Some wide open prairies
With grass boot-top tall,
With cattle to tend,
And calves to brand each fall.

I’d sure like to see some good horses
With Hancock in their veins.
The kind that’ll stay with ya
When you work all day on the plains.

I can’t wait to ride up in heaven;
To make the first gather that fall.
With all of my friends and no fences to mend,
I tell ya we’ll all have a ball.

© 2002 – Robert Beene

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