Stable-born a “Country Boy”

 

Our Father issued a clarion invite for any believer to stand tall

While heaven echoed patient silence as not one took His call

 

A good friend and I were celebrating, just purely for the Joy

Relieving my worn out angel-guardian, Jesus be a country boy

 

In my old red pickup truck, the Son rode shotgun by me side

Trekked Rocky high on winged-unicorn ’ore His Great Divide

Flew western slope ’til Northwest-green Pacific-blue me spied

Touched San Fran Bay, secular L.A., abyss-Grand Canyon-wide

Texas wild arroyo Llano Estacada to New Orleans Hell-gate pride

Tasted fresh and clear white Keys to Cayman Isle blue crystal tide

On Savannah to Atlanta northeast enjoyed the Atlantic seaboard stride

Touched village on Lake Michigan, visited rolling prairie landscape slide

Kissed St. Louis gleaming arch-span which pernicious gravity it had defied

And---Never “Too late!” Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead---devil-evil denied

This lamented-lost Hedonist, His friend, with parables did Jesus sure subtly deride

Saints among us, and angels, too, He loaned and prayed they help me Truth-decide

Through it all until yon journey’s-end, “His will” be done; from Love I could not hide

Blessed lowly I: Faith! Family! Freedom! ---In Him…I eternal Salvation-sacred confide

 

So? Allow humble I to answer well the Deity call, I should

Love holy Trinity Father, Son and Holy Ghost the most, I could

Live! Love! Laugh! From coast to coast; east ’round to west, I would

 

Your poor excuse and mine, lame, too, He has exposed them all

Bathe in His sacred Light of Grace by choice, deny any evil fall

 

Eve refused answer His call, her mouth with apple-full

Adam too quick acceded “I cannot my holy vows annul”

 

The mark of Kane’s-“sympathy”, he was an only child

Desert-Baptist John dined free on honey locusts-wild

 

Moses busy on the mountain top with Commandments stark

Noah ciphering the “cubit”-count? Scrambling to build an ark

 

Nero fiddled away harsh flames while posh Rome “idol”-burned

Delilah coiffured Sampson’s curly-locks to leave him evil-spurned

 

And, I aboard wild unicorns with Jesus to partake fully life’s-enjoy

Proud witness to Him, Jesus! Stable-born a good ole “Country Boy”

 

Merry Christmas!     Carl & Candy