By: Virginia Bennett
My right leg is crooked over the saddle horn
As I wait for signs of the eminent morn
It's not hard for a cowboy's thoughts to dwell
Upon his Creator, and the Lord's words as well
The wind carries the sounds through the night air
Of the grazing remuda, and the belled mare
My horse would like to join them, I can imagine
And I'd like to be sleepin', like the others, by the wagon
But instead, I'm here, and I'm wonderin' how
Anyone who has ever worked with a cow
Could disbelieve that there is a God
Who put us upon this wonderful sod
Ain't it amazin' how an old mama cow
Will go off by herself, away from the crowd
And for the most part, calve out, without hardly coughin'
Though we take it for granted, we see it so often
And how about them geese I saw fly by today
Who tells them to fly southward, or which is the right way
And my horse's winter coat, now that's a strange thing
Who tells him he should shed it when winter turns to Spring?
A cowboy might think that an eclipse is a mystery
Tho' we've seen them many times all down thru posterity
Ain't it something how the sun and moon have their charted courses
And how a mighty river springs from the smallest of mountain sources
This manger scene before me reminds me of our Savior's birth
And how God sent his only Son to die for all the Earth
I'll never understand it all, I can only believe
Just like I'll never savvy how a spider learns to weave
My horse stomps his forefoot and champs at his curb bit
Our job tonight is over, and I'm right glad of it
I believe there is a God, if my opinion you would count
And I hope that you will pardon this sermon on my mount