Enjoy my friends
The stars lite the night sky making the prairie look like a Cathedral illuminated by a million lights. The night rider pulls up his mount
Admiring the beauty of it all then thinking of the time realizes this is a very special night.
He remembers a story from his youth about a night just like this men no different than him were visited by angels telling them of a special gift the world was to receive
The wrangler pulls off his hat hanging it on the horn turning his head to heaven, after a moment of silence all he could do was shout at the top of his voice I Believe.
He voice echoes off the bluffs sounding like a chorus of angels raising their voices in Holy Majesty
He tried to imagine how it was that night from out of heaven an angel appearing he wondered what he would have done would he joyfully receive this guest or flee
Then a breeze blows across the ole hands face he turned to greet the wind with a smile knowing his angel was telling him he would have been just fine.
But work was calling the cattle were beginning to drift away so he had to get busy and sang a tune as he rode down the line.
The herd began to settle and the old hands thoughts wandered back to that night long ago how this world changed so much with the birth of one little child
He thanked God for sending his son to be born and grow up so that this old Cow Poke could be free of his many sins, his looked up and what he saw made this old sinner smile.
An old saguaro cactus with limbs laying over. It looked just like a cross standing in the lonely night and above it was the brightest star that old hand had ever seen.
He look up and thanked God for the Christmas gift to a lonely old hand. He went to the ground and knelt at that cross given to him by the Master of all a present just for him on this prairie Christmas Day
The stars lite the night sky making the prairie look like a Cathedral illuminated by a million lights. The night rider pulls up his mount
Admiring the beauty of it all then thinking of the time realizes this is a very special night.
He remembers a story from his youth about a night just like this men no different than him were visited by angels telling them of a special gift the world was to receive
The wrangler pulls off his hat hanging it on the horn turning his head to heaven, after a moment of silence all he could do was shout at the top of his voice I Believe.
He voice echoes off the bluffs sounding like a chorus of angels raising their voices in Holy Majesty
He tried to imagine how it was that night from out of heaven an angel appearing he wondered what he would have done would he joyfully receive this guest or flee
Then a breeze blows across the ole hands face he turned to greet the wind with a smile knowing his angel was telling him he would have been just fine.
But work was calling the cattle were beginning to drift away so he had to get busy and sang a tune as he rode down the line.
The herd began to settle and the old hands thoughts wandered back to that night long ago how this world changed so much with the birth of one little child
He thanked God for sending his son to be born and grow up so that this old Cow Poke could be free of his many sins, his looked up and what he saw made this old sinner smile.
An old saguaro cactus with limbs laying over. It looked just like a cross standing in the lonely night and above it was the brightest star that old hand had ever seen.
He look up and thanked God for the Christmas gift to a lonely old hand. He went to the ground and knelt at that cross given to him by the Master of all a present just for him on this prairie Christmas Day
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