Cowboys take time to go to church, In their worn-out boots and dusty shirts. They gather ‘round with humble hearts, Knowing well where their blessings start.
Out on the range, beneath the sky, They see God's handiwork up high. But come Sunday morn, they ride to town, To kneel before the Holy Crown.
They've seen the storms, the harshest lands, Yet place their lives in God's own hands. With faith as strong as the open plain, They bow their heads, call on His name.
They know the earth beneath their feet, Is not the end, but where they meet, The Lord who guides them every day, Through trials, troubles, come what may.
So cowboys take time, they make it right, To gather in the morning light. For in those pews, they find their grace, And in God's house, their rightful place.
They may be rough, they may be tough, But they know that faith’s enough. So with a prayer and a whispered hymn, They leave their burdens all to Him.
Out on the trail, they’ll ride again, But not alone, not now, not then. For in their hearts, the truth is sure, Cowboys who pray find peace that’s pure.
What if I were paralyzed and could not speak or walk? How would I proclaim the Gospel to others if I cannot talk? The peace He gives my soul, even though my body is not whole, is my witness to Him. The smile on my face reflects His Love from within. The most prominent witness I can be Is showing the courage He has given me.
When words are trapped inside, and movement seems denied, I let His light shine through, as in His grace I abide. My spirit sings a silent hymn, my heart a beacon bright, Through every trial and storm, His love becomes my light.
In the quiet of my soul, His whispers I discern, Teaching me to trust, in every twist and turn. Though my voice is silent, my faith speaks loud and clear, A testimony of His strength, conquering every fear.
Each smile becomes a sermon, each glance a holy prayer, A testament of hope, in every breath of air. For in His arms I'm lifted, despite the earthly pain, A living, breathing witness, of His eternal reign.
So even when I'm bound, by flesh that's frail and weak, My life becomes a message, of the love that we all seek. The courage that He gives, will always set me free, A powerful testament, of His grace in me.
My mind in constant turmoil with my soul, A restless dance, a struggle to control. In whispers dark and shadows deep, They wage a war that steals my sleep.
Thoughts collide like storm-tossed seas, Seeking answers, longing for peace. In every conflict, in every fight, I search for calm, for gentle light.
Yet in this chaos, hope does gleam, A quiet strength, a distant dream. To calm the mind, to soothe the soul, Is to make the weary body whole.
Breath by breath, I find my way, To peace that dawns like breaking day. In stillness found, in moments sweet, My heart and soul at last can meet.
For when the mind and soul align, In harmony, pure and divine, The body follows, strong and free, In perfect peace and unity.
So here I stand, with open heart, To heal the wounds, to play my part. To calm the storm, to find the whole, A tranquil mind, a peaceful soul.
In shadows deep, where wild winds sigh, A pack emerges, howls to the sky. We are the guardians, hearts unchained, To save the wolves, our spirits trained.
In forests dense and mountains high, We hear their calls, their mournful cry. With strength and grace, they roam the night, A symbol of nature’s ancient might.
Our small band, with hearts so bold, A tale of love and care unfolds. To repopulate, to save, to mend, These noble creatures, our dearest friends.
We bring them food, we bring them cheer, To keep them safe, to keep them near. No hunter’s snare, no poacher’s game, Shall dim their light, or taint their name.
For in their eyes, a world we see, Of wild and free, of destiny. With every step, with every breath, We stand against their threatened death.
Together strong, we forge our way, To brighter nights and safer days. A promise made, a vow to keep, To guard the wolves, awake, asleep.
So let the world hear our refrain, A song of hope, amidst the rain. For we, the pack, shall always strive, To keep the spirit of wolves alive.
When you get knocked down, rise once more, Let your spirit soar, don't keep score. Though life's trials may test and confound, Stand tall, keep your feet on the ground.
With each setback, find your inner light, Keep smiling through the darkest night. For strength lies not in never falling, But in the grace of rising, always calling.
Embrace the journey, each stumble and leap, In the heart's resilience, joy you'll keep. So when you get knocked down, get back up, And let your smile brim, fill your cup.
