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Cowboys, poems, friends and hard questions
As a small child I dreamed of having a
horse. Dad used four mules for farming – until he was able to buy a used John
Deere tractor. He owned no horses. I never saw Dad on a horse.
But the Lone Ranger had a horse. And I
loved to imagine what it was like to ride Silver while listening on the radio
to the exciting adventures of the Lone Ranger and Tonto.
My dream came true when I was 12. My
Uncle Mac Johnson sold me a Shetland pony for fifty dollars. Her name was
Josephine. For the next six years Josephine and I were inseparable – until I
left for Auburn at 18. I could ride Josephine without a bridle or a saddle. In
fact I had to ride her bareback for several months while I raised the money to
buy a saddle.
My heroes growing up were Gene Autry and Roy
Rogers so I have always loved cowboy stories. One of my favorite movies is
Lonesome Dove. So you can imagine how excited I was to discover that one of my
favorite preachers writes poetry about cowboys.
Brad McClain is doing some mighty fine
preaching on the coast near Mobile. He and I have been friends for forty years
but I learned only recently that he also writes poetry. His poems have a
certain tenderness that stirs my heart and makes me want to saddle up and find a
herd of cattle out on some western ranch.
A good preacher, Brad is really a cowboy
at heart. His way of relaxing is to go for a ride on his handsome horse and
while riding compose poems about some of the tough issues of life. His poems
are rather like poetic sermons that drive home biblical principles about life’s
While I enjoy grappling with great ideas
in prose, I have never tried my hand at poetry. But I think I know a good poem
when I see one and this is a fine one by Brad McClain that I want to share with
I wonder, and have to ask why,
happens and people die.
gets bucked off, bounces and rolls,
is injured, and then comatose.
soon recover, God answers prayer,
get worse and die, it does not seem fair.
know a cowboy, who’s close to the Lord,
all the scripture, and trusts in the Word.
there’s no way, to make it make sense,
from the earthly, side of the fence.
if then somehow, God helps us to see,
we can trust Him, then finally,
answers we need, will come to us when,
choose to leave it, in His hands and then,
day will come, the Bible says so,
when we see Him, we will all know.
in the meantime, when things go wrong,
gets confusing, and there is no song,
saddle my best horse, and get in a trot,
as I’m riding, and give all I’ve got,
Jesus who knows us, and loves us all,
when trouble, makes its worst call.
“...And we know that all things work
for good to
those who love God, to those
who are called
according to His purpose...”
You can secure more of Brad’s cowboy
poems by contacting him at bradmcclainministries.com. + + +