Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
To The Grandkids
I'm just an old cowboy and in the saddle I love to sit. I don't have much polish,
but it’s been said, I've got lots of spit.
The good Lord has watched over us, and we can’t complain a bit about our life.
I've worked hard near every day, just like your grandma, my beloved wife.
Someday, I’ll light out for Heaven on high, but there’s no need to cry
For I'll be riding for my Lord Jesus, high in the sky.
There are no fences in Heaven, the range is free and wide.
And the grasslands are well-watered there, on the Other Side.
Now as you grow up don’t leave it up to chance
Give the heaven’s above more than just a pass’n glance
Smile lots and always do your chores.
And think often of the grace, God has promised could be yours.
Love ya always...
but it’s been said, I've got lots of spit.
The good Lord has watched over us, and we can’t complain a bit about our life.
I've worked hard near every day, just like your grandma, my beloved wife.
Someday, I’ll light out for Heaven on high, but there’s no need to cry
For I'll be riding for my Lord Jesus, high in the sky.
There are no fences in Heaven, the range is free and wide.
And the grasslands are well-watered there, on the Other Side.
Now as you grow up don’t leave it up to chance
Give the heaven’s above more than just a pass’n glance
Smile lots and always do your chores.
And think often of the grace, God has promised could be yours.
Love ya always...
In Memory Of Herb Harfman
It's not the end of the trail for me.
I'm just heading out to the light I see.
Beyond these mountains there's a soft glow;
It's getting brighter the closer I go.
It's like the beginning of a new day.
And the trail I'm followin' leads the way.
I feel sure there's friends and family ahead.
And they've set up camp on a brand new spread.
Yes, I can hear their voices callin my name,
Sayin, Welcome Herb, sure glad you came.
This new range is special, you'll like it here.
There's grass for your horses, the streams are clear.
The cattle are gentle, and never a stampede,
And in every direction there's plenty of feed..
If your're thinkin it sounds too good to be true,
It's not cause the Boss made a promise to you.
If you'd ride for his brand, be honest and square,
He'd relieve all your pain, and remove every care.
He was mighty pleased with your life on earth,
That you did your best, and proved your worth.
So step off your horse, and tied on up,
Your freinds are all waiting to pour you a cup.
I'm just heading out to the light I see.
Beyond these mountains there's a soft glow;
It's getting brighter the closer I go.
It's like the beginning of a new day.
And the trail I'm followin' leads the way.
I feel sure there's friends and family ahead.
And they've set up camp on a brand new spread.
Yes, I can hear their voices callin my name,
Sayin, Welcome Herb, sure glad you came.
This new range is special, you'll like it here.
There's grass for your horses, the streams are clear.
The cattle are gentle, and never a stampede,
And in every direction there's plenty of feed..
If your're thinkin it sounds too good to be true,
It's not cause the Boss made a promise to you.
If you'd ride for his brand, be honest and square,
He'd relieve all your pain, and remove every care.
He was mighty pleased with your life on earth,
That you did your best, and proved your worth.
So step off your horse, and tied on up,
Your freinds are all waiting to pour you a cup.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Getting Ready for Phase Two
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