Cowboy Church

Cowboy Church
Inspired by Andy Hedges

A clean-cut cowboy preacher’s son
Steps up to the pulpit on Sunday.
Well, it wasn’t really a pulpit,
It was more like chute number 3.

He clears his throat and removes his hat
And starts to speak the Word,
He’s just a cowboy preacher’s son,
Speaking to those who haven’t heard.

People gather ‘round him
To hear him tell the story
Of how Jesus once walked the earth
And how He’s waiting in glory.

His battle-beaten Bible
Rests close by his hand
As he quotes scripture from memory,
A cowboy preacher’s son takes a stand.

A cold rain starts to drizzle
Standin’ at chute number three
But everyone stands rapt by his words,
A cowboy telling of the Almighty.

His words aren’t special or eloquent,
He just tells the story that he knows.
The message is plain and simple
While closer to Christ he grows.

Everyone stops what they’re doing
To hear the cowboy preacher’s son,
His words carry across the arena,
For his sermon has just begun.

He saves the lost while rodeoin’ hard,
Never wavering in his task,
If you ever need to hear the story,
All you need do is ask.

They say he’s just a cowboy preacher’s son,
Never prone to cuss or fight,
But he’s a cowboy, sure enough,
Riding the range for Christ.