Baptism
THE COWBOY GETS BAPTIZED
The cowboy turned liveryman
found himself asking his friend,
the humble parson, to baprize him.
This, on the very Sunday that it became
official that he would be the new pastor
of this little white church.
So to the creek just outside town
they went and there they found
the perfect spot for his baptism.
The entire congregation was there
in joyful song, their voices filled the air.
They rejoiced in knowing
that the kingdom was growing.
It was truly a joyfu day.
Our two friends entered the water, smiling.
The parson said a few words, and then emersed
his new friend beneath the water. The crowd dispersed
oh so slowly, many remaining to speak to the two men.
HIS HEART WAS NOW FILLED
Stepping off the stage,
he noticed the sage
walk toward the hotel.
That parson, that sage
would come to dwell
here for many years.
But neither of them
had any way of knowng this.
Knowing his finances were grim,
this cowboy was still filled with bliss.
Walking in the opposite direction
from his newfound friend,
the cowboy found the livery stable.
Thinking he might be able to rent
a horse and thus be able
to ride out to the nearest ranch
and maybe find himself a job.
But the man at the livery offered
to hire him. The man, Rob,
offered him wages obsurd.
Rob owned the feed and grain
and, as he did explain,
Became the owner of the stable,
to his wife's great disdain,
when the previous owner was unable
to pay his bills and left town suddenly.
Willing to pay the same wages
the nearby ranchers pay a hand
to avoid his wife's rages:
his return to the store was her demand.
A few days later, our new liveryman
found this job did not demand
him to work on Sunday.
So, he went to church with his friend,
in whom Chrst's love was on full display.
Yes, it's of the parson, I speak here.
The cowboy had not been to church in years
but recently had come to know Christ
and now his whole life had changed, it appears.
His heart was now filled with the love of Christ.