Branded
Like a wild mustang on the range, I roamed life without a plan.
Christians seemed to be so strange. I swore I'd never wear that brand.
No one could put a saddle on me. Many tried, but they ended up in the
dust. I was wild and I thought I was free. Never did I see the chains of
sin and lust. Then one day the Master found me starving on the plain. I
saw love in His eyes and peace in His face. I couldn't resist, my heart
had such pain. I quietly let Him rope my neck with Grace. He touched me
with a nail scarred hand. A drop of His blood totally cleansed me. I
now wear the old Rugged Cross Brand. My chains are gone and I am truly
free. Satan had rustled and branded me with sin. He deceived me into
thinking I had a good deal. His venom wasted this man from within And
placed on my soul his Hellish seal. Let Jesus bring you back to His
Salvation Ranch. He'll give you a reason to lift up a joyful hand.
Don't pass up what could be your last chance To wear that blessed old
Rugged Cross Brand.
© 1993 Ron Shultz