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I have loved things Country and Western all of my life. I have loved the ranches and farms, the work, the fields, the barns, livestock, and the food. I was born and raised in Kentucky where I learned to ride and care for horses. Most of my family lived on farms and/or were livestock producers. I have raised various livestock and poultry over the years.I have sold livestock feed and minerals in two states. My big hats and boots are only an outward manifestation of the country life I hold dear to my heart. With the help of rhyme or short story, in recipes or photos, I make an effort in this blog to put into words my day to day observations of all things rural; the things that I see and hear, from under my hat. All poems and short stories, unless noted otherwise, are authored by me. I hope you enjoy following along.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Offerin' Thanks




Hey there, Lord, I reckon by now
That you know it's me again.
I always wind up here somehow
Beggin' forgiveness for my sin.

And I'll be back, I'm sure, sometime
Needin' all the mercy I can get,
But somethin' else is on my mind,
That I ain't got around to yet.

You see, I want to thank you,Lord
For savin' a cowboy like me.
Not only from what Hell will afford,
Or from a lost eternity.

I'm also thankful, lookin' back,
For your great Heavenly vision
That kept on a'holdin' me back
From makin some bad decisions.

And I thank you for the ladder
That you would ease down in the pit
That I'd dug myself, and entered,
Without any way out of it.

Thank you for the unanswered prayers;
For the times when I had no clue,
When you looked down from your throne upstairs
Sayin' "I know what's best for you."

You know my own thoughts and theories
Get me in trouble all the time.
I'm grateful for the Book, you see,
That separates your thoughts from mine.

And for all the awful wrong that I've done;
In tears, I remember those days,
Thank you for the blood of your Son,
That has washed those sins away.

My strokes are fewer than my crimes
'Cause of mercy received it's true.
So, Lord, I just felt that it's time
That this saddle bum said "Thank You".

So, for every day I've sat a horse,
For every golden mornin sun,
For every time you changed my course
When I was at a fool dead run.

For the hard times in this ole life
That drove me to my knees,
For the saintly patience of my wife,
The kids, and all my family.

For ev'ry glorius western sky
Painted around the setting sun
For every bird you taught to fly,
Oh Lord... for all that you have done,

Please except this old cowboys words.
I say in all humility,
Thank You for hearing me, Dear Lord,
...And for all that you've done for me.

KL Dennie 2018