A cowboy poem by Dan Ainsworth wildernesspreacher
The day after I vote this will happen, the sun will come up once again.
and hopefully all nasty bad mouthin, will FINALLY have come to an end.
Who won? you will ask. Who lost? You will say. Well, why did it turn out this way?
Move on with our lives, quit wasting time. Stop hating each other, OK?
Americans we were, and Americans we are. Dear God, bless the U S of A.
Politicians to me are a whole different breed, they don’t think as do me and you.
Their wrongs can be rights, their ways to be followed. Lies are told as if they are true.
They all seek the power, the fortune and fame. What’s a country boy like me supposed to do?
After watching these two debate one another, and watching ’em every day in the news,
It’s given this cowboy, a nervous stomach, and a bad case of “get this over ” blues.
If I disagree, then, they give me a name. Call me things that hurt deep in my heart.
If I choose to agree, then that’s when they want money,. My money, yet they want their part.
Well, pardner, here’s my thinkin’, my two bits of advice, here’s how I’ll continue to live.
I’ll give one my vote because it’s my right. But my trust to neither will I give.
I’ll trust not in man, the proud or the lying. My trust is in God you should know.
Call me names if you want, but that’s how I live. I follow Christ. Where He leads, I will go.
How blessed is the man that makes the Lord his trust. And has not turned to the proud, nor such as turned aside to lies. Psalm 40:4 (KJV)
See Ya!
