Author: canelocowboy

That day I was horseback,
Just like days before,
But something was different,
My soul feeling sore.

Looked over my shoulder,
And what did I see,
At a full gallop,
Came Lady Liberty.

Her horse was all lathered,
He’d had a hard run,
When she overtook me,
Looked like he was done.

Her robes were all tattered,
Her face drawn and tight,
Her sword was all bloody,
She was quite a sight.

Said, “I’ve had a battle,
I’m weary and worn,
From defending freedom,
Our nation’s been torn,

By those who don’t answer,
To the Creator who gave,
The freedoms we cherish,
And men died to save.”

I held the bridle,
Of the horse that she rode,
Prayed as I sat there,
My shock clearly showed.

“Why did you stop me?”
I asked quietly,
She stared in my eyes,
She saw right through me.

“Where have you been,
When I rang the bell,
Were you too busy,
When your freedoms fell?”

I wept when I heard it,
Didn’t know what to say,
I said, “I am so sorry,
What can I do today?”

“Wake up from your slumber,
And ask God above,
To move by His Spirit,
On the land that you love.”

“Be a bold witness,
For the Savior who’s true,
And don’t be afraid,
Of those who hate you.”

“Pay more attention,
To all those who lead,
And become the answer,
For all those in need.”

“Vote for the reasons,
That we all hold dear,
And work for the right things,”
She made it real clear.

I made a promise,
As she rode away,
That I would do my best,
With what she said that day.

For freedom is sacred,
Cannot be ignored,
And if we aren’t careful,
It will slip from our shores.

Wake up and do something,
We better not wait,
Take our stand for freedom,
Before it’s too late.

“I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf and give thanks for them. Pray this way for kings and all who are in authority…” (1 Tim. 2:1-2)

I am standing in front of the mirror,
Looking at my new boots and hat,
Waxing up my mustache, hoping I don’t look fat.
Thinking to myself if my money was well spent,
Do these boots fit just right and does my hat have a dent.
All these things I worry and wonder,
Then at a moment I get the chance to ponder.
If the Lord Jesus was here with me
Would he really be concerned with the things that I see?
If I spent more time looking at my heart,
I would probably realize why things fall apart.
As I look into the mirror and deep into my soul,
I see something there that makes me whole.
I see a little spot, that at times is hard to see.
It is my true heart that is what really makes me me.
This little spot is very dear to me,
It didn’t cost me anything, Jesus paid my fee.
The only thing is did was bow my head and say,
“Lord come into my heart, I give you my life today.”
So when I look into the mirror, at my new boots and hat,
I am going to remember, “What does Jesus look at?”
He looks at his children with love and compassion,
And not at the worlds latest fashion.
So boots or hat it doesn’t matter,
Give your life to Jesus, it make you all the gladder.~~

© 2011 Athen Allee

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