A Cowboy's 23rd Psalm Poem by William Kruse

Since the Lord Himself is my trail boss,
I’m pretty well taken care of.
He sees to my grazing and water rights
and all the other needs of a maverick like me.
He watches so that nothing bothers me much
And keeps me well rested, for those hard times.
He scouts the way ahead and leads me down the best trails.
Even when the lightning strikes and the herd stampedes
and I‘m scared to death of dying, I’m not crippled by those fears
Because, Lord, I know You’re riding herd. And that’s a comfort, that is.
Then You go and throw a shindig for me and invite the whole county;
even those who think I’m a scoundrel.
And right there, in front of everybody, You pat me on the back and treat me like I’m someone special.
You’ve got me drinking from my saucer, because my cup has overflowed.
Since I’ve been branded by Your mercy and grace, those two will chaperone me my whole life. When the long, long drive is over and we’re on the home range, I’ll be back in Your House, with You, where I’ll just linger forever in Your presence and in Your love. I sure will.