An old drover rode up on a little church out from town away
where they sing Wesleyan hymns and
recite the prayer Jesus taught us to pray.
He looked at the stained glass windows and the stories they had to tell
He stayed there in the saddle and pondered for a spell.
There was Jesus walkin’ on the water and callin’ little children near.
A pretty pasture full of sheep, not a solitary steer.
Then he looked at Christ in agony in the garden
and recalled that Jesus is our ransom and our pardon.
He pulled the reigns “tchk-tchk” and headed home,
he remembered what he saw and wrote it in a poem.