Merry Christmas everyone, I want to wish everyone a very safe and wonderful Christmas. Stan King, pastor of Impact Cowboy Church asked me to find some Christmas cowboy poetry to read for the Christmas service. I thought about it and decided to write my own Christmas cowboy poem. I hope that it touches your heart as much as it touched mine.
Merry Christmas,
Keith
Christmas Lonesome
It was awful lonesome in that old cookshack
All the hands were out taking care of their winter chores
The boss was off to town and didn’t know when he would be back
Cooky was feeling lower than a armadilla’s belly
And didn’t have any Christmas spirit at all
He was doing his daily chores which weren’t much these days
When he saw the old dusty Bible sitting on a top shelf
He said “I have a little time, so I’ll sit and read awhile to myself”
He opened the Bible right to the story of Jesus Christ birth
And he was kinda surprised
He started reading about the birth of his Lord and Savior
In that manger in the town of Bethlehem
With all the animal’s and wise men looking on
He started to get a chill
“Why am I so low on this fine day” he said
Then he looked at the old calendar on the wall
And realized it was Christmas Eve
There was no time to waste
The boss and hands would be back soon
And he started preparing a Christmas Eve Feast
When the old cowboys got back from a long day of cold hard work
They were mighty shocked to find such fine fare
Cooky had been in such a foul mood that morning
They half expected to get coffee, biscuits and beans
“Come in, Come in” Cooky said in his most cordial voice
“I hope you boys didn’t forget, it is Christmas Eve and time for a fine feast”
After the shock wore off and they were able to speak
One ol’ cowboy asked Cooky “What happened today to change you into such a jolly, festive fella”
Cooky said “Sit down boys and let me tell you true.
Why I am in such a good mood”
He opened the Good Book and started reading those same bible verses
that he had read that very morning
Then he said a little prayer for each and every cowboy in that old cookshack
There was not a dry eye in the place
And each one was touched by the love of Jesus Christ that night in the old cookshack
The ol’ cowpuncher said “ Thank you for reminding us of the love of our Savior, Jesus Christ.
Being out here on the cold prairie, we soon forget that Jesus will always make our lives right”
Cooky bowed his head “Thank you Lord” was all he said.
Written by Keith Wright 12/10/2007
It was awful lonesome in that old cookshack
All the hands were out taking care of their winter chores
The boss was off to town and didn’t know when he would be back
Cooky was feeling lower than a armadilla’s belly
And didn’t have any Christmas spirit at all
He was doing his daily chores which weren’t much these days
When he saw the old dusty Bible sitting on a top shelf
He said “I have a little time, so I’ll sit and read awhile to myself”
He opened the Bible right to the story of Jesus Christ birth
And he was kinda surprised
He started reading about the birth of his Lord and Savior
In that manger in the town of Bethlehem
With all the animal’s and wise men looking on
He started to get a chill
“Why am I so low on this fine day” he said
Then he looked at the old calendar on the wall
And realized it was Christmas Eve
There was no time to waste
The boss and hands would be back soon
And he started preparing a Christmas Eve Feast
When the old cowboys got back from a long day of cold hard work
They were mighty shocked to find such fine fare
Cooky had been in such a foul mood that morning
They half expected to get coffee, biscuits and beans
“Come in, Come in” Cooky said in his most cordial voice
“I hope you boys didn’t forget, it is Christmas Eve and time for a fine feast”
After the shock wore off and they were able to speak
One ol’ cowboy asked Cooky “What happened today to change you into such a jolly, festive fella”
Cooky said “Sit down boys and let me tell you true.
Why I am in such a good mood”
He opened the Good Book and started reading those same bible verses
that he had read that very morning
Then he said a little prayer for each and every cowboy in that old cookshack
There was not a dry eye in the place
And each one was touched by the love of Jesus Christ that night in the old cookshack
The ol’ cowpuncher said “ Thank you for reminding us of the love of our Savior, Jesus Christ.
Being out here on the cold prairie, we soon forget that Jesus will always make our lives right”
Cooky bowed his head “Thank you Lord” was all he said.
Written by Keith Wright 12/10/2007
1 comment:
You "go" cowboy !!! Proud o' ya !
Keep the prayer fires burnin' for my ol' broken heart.
Greg "T" for 'tater Smiff
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