Christmas Cowboy Poem “The Lord’s Backyard”
The stars look closer the higher you ride, ‘specially on a clear, winter night. And the moon glow reflectin’ off new fallin’ snow casts a peaceful, other-worldly light.
When the wind quits blowin’ and the temperature drops, and the twinklies blanket the sky. They’re lulled by the rhythm of the snow-crunching hooves and the distant coyote’s cry.
A cowboy tends to whisper and speak real low when tryin’ to talk to his ‘pard’. Like two schoolboys on a shortcut home, sneakin’ through the Lord’s backyard.
Cowboy Christmas ‘Tween Heaven and Earth
The miles ‘tween heaven and earth looked short when, talkin’ softly, ol’ Jim rode near. “With a good spyglass and a little more time, we could
spot pearly gates from here!”
Maybe it wasn’t such a leap the baby made, when He stopped by that Bethlehem stall. Just a field out behind the Headquarter House where He came to be with us all.
Well, it’s Christmas again, and the world’s at play, up by the Boss’s back door. Some without thought, some with a prayer that He’ll come out to visit once more.
Christmas Prayer
We pray the season brings you peace and joy. We’re askin’ the Lord for the same. Hope you don’t forget Who’s invitin’ you in, when you hear Him call you by name.
Stephen Bly
Copyright©1994
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Stars Image by Сергей Ремизов from Pixabay
Bethlehem Manger Image by Jeff Jacobs from Pixabay
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“I was camped out in the Dakota snow, When Christmas Eve rolled around. Me and Slim and a dog named Flop, Three days ride from town. Not a tree in sight for thirty miles, As we huddled in the draw. The chips ran out the day before; We was burnin’ twisted straw.”
Read more of “Bethlehem Pine” above, cowboy Christmas poem by Stephen Bly BETHLEHEM PINE
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“When the Cowboys Come to Town!” cowboy poetry by Stephen Bly WHEN COWBOYS COME TO TOWN
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