Once upon a time,
Many years ago,
There was a lonely cowboy,
Who had no place to go.

It was winter and the snow did blow,
As it piled upon the ground,
And where the cowboy was that day,
No one to see, and not a sound.

His horse he rode on this winter's day,
His spirit broken and his pride was lost,
To make it through to see spring air,
He'd make it through… he'd count the cost.

Times were hard not a penny to earn,
His Bible held in his hand,
There was many a mile he had to search,
And there was danger in the land.

All alone just he and his horse,
A blanket, a cup and a chew,
This cowboy so rugged and rough,
Just had to make it through.

In search for his love forever to find,
A love that had left him so,
Leaving behind his home and friends,
He knew he had to go.

Many a day with not a meal,
Thin he was getting fast,
But his will to live, and his faith in God,
Was his strength for such a task.

Why she died, he did not know,
In her youth as they just wed,
Now in search for peace and truth,
I am the listener… to what he said.

I listened as he questioned God,
As to why he took her so,
He said, I've come to talk to you,
As to why she had to go.

He cried aloud in pain I saw,
The tears as they froze on his check,
Angry and torn apart inside,
The Lord he was trying to seek.

The wind it stilled, on this snowy day,
A ray of light pierced through the clouds,
All of a sudden the snow did stop,
As if alone, he stood in a crowd.

Angels they stood all around,
Not for human eyes to see,
He stood alone with God that day,
Just him and God, and the listener me.

God talked in a very gentle way,
And why Heaven needed her so,
And after God finished with him,
He knew why she had to go.

Then all of a sudden, I did see,
The warmth and a smile on his face,
He took his Bible in his hand,
Turned west to leave this place.

I listened to what was said that day,
But I know I cannot tell,
Of a lonely cowboy who found his God,
So desperate, He rode through Hell.

Glenn D. Gabie
Copyright 1991
ISBN # 1-896434-46-0