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
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