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THE COWBOY AT CHURCH
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OME time ago,— two weeks or more If I remember well,— I found myself in town and thought I'd knock around a spell, When all at once I heard the bell,— I didn't know 'twas Sunday,— For on the plains we scarcely know A Sunday from a Monday,—
A-calling all the people
From the highways and the hedges
And all the reckless throng
That tread ruin's ragged edges,
To come and hear the pastor tell
Salvation's touching story,
And how the new road misses hell
And leads you straight to glory.
I started by the chapel door, But something urged me in, And told me not to spend God's day In revelry and sin. I don't go much on sentiment, But tears came in my eyes. It seemed just like my mother's voice Was speaking from the skies. 246 |
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