Jesus Was a Cowboy
“Was
Jesus a cowboy?” the young buckaroo asked.
“Did
he ever fork broncs? Did he wear a big hat?
“Did
he ever punch cattle down the ol’ Chisholm Trail?
“Or was he like some say, a weakling, and frail?”
I couldn’t help but listen to what the old trail boss said,
As he
took off his hat and wiped his gray head.
He stepped down from the saddle, from his clothes knocked off dust.
And I
kinda expected to hear the man cuss.
He said, “Son, I don’t know, but this much is true.
He
came as a man just like me and like you.
Did he
ever ride broncs or wear a big hat?
That,
Son, I can’t tell ya, but I will tell ya that
He
rode for the brand and was true to the end.
He was
willing to lay down his life for a friend.
And we
were his friends and for us he did die,
To pay
for our sin debt he was crucified.”
"Now Son, Jesus loves you, and I love you, too.
And I’d be willing to lay down my own life for you
To meet you in Heaven in the sweet bye and bye,
At the great final roundup up there in the sky.”
Was Jesus a cowboy? Are you asking me?
Well, all I can tell ya is what I can see.
There’s an old man a-standing there all cowboyed up
And the love of the Saviour has filled up his cup.
I don’t know how much more you’d expect there to be,
But it sure looks like Jesus was a cowboy to me.