A fitting poem for our shooting pard and friend:
A Cowboy Psalm
Dear God, only You know when I'll reach the end of my trail,
So I want you to know I'm grateful.
A hundred times I've been thrown by life
And a hundred times You've lifted me back in the saddle.
Every morning I see Your smile in the sunrise over the prairie
And taste Your breath in the sage on the wind.
You put the aches in my bones at sunset to remind me that I'm still alive,
And the stars in the midnight sky to keep me humble.
I know that You love me.
When I've thirsted You've been my drink
And Your words have been my bread.
You catch me when I tangle my spurs,
You keep me from taking the crooked path.
You gave Your Son for my immortal soul.
And I know, Lord, that when I am judged
You won't care how long I stayed on–
But how well I rode.
©Copyright2002 Boston John Doucette
RIP my friend!
TB