The Little Church Out From Town
An old rover 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 that day and wrote it in a poem.
@ 2016 by David G. Smith
David Smith lives in Waxahachie and has gained statewide acclaim for his Cowboy poems. He is the author of several published books of poems and is currently crafting a children’s book, “Cowboy’s Hero’s”.
