The Heavenly Brand
I laid my head on my saddle bag beneath the midnight moon My body tired from working hard, hummin' a quiet tune The dusty trail just faded out, the earthly wind stood still And suddenly I found myself upon the Master's Hill
I didn't see no devil's herd with eyes of burning red I saw a thousand head of steers, They were belly-deep in the greenest grass I ever saw, the heard is the best I’d ever seen Grazing on that heavenly range.
The riders there were shining bright, no sweat upon their brow They weren't chasing strays to hell, they rode in glory now They moved along in harmony, their horses strong and white Guided by the Savior's love, that shines pure morning light
One rider stopped and tipped his hat to me, when I seen his face was full of grace I recognized the kindness there, shining upon his face He pointed to the horse he rode, a Cross upon the side "We ride for Jesus here," he said, "with nothing left to hide."
"You've got a spot waiting for you, when your last ride is done You signed on with the Outfit of the Father and the Son Where living water runs free, and the air is clear and dry And the grass is green and stirrup-high, beneath the Master's sky."
I woke up with the sunrise, tears streaming down my cheek Thanking the Lord for showing me the future that I seek I ain't afraid of dying now, I know where I belong I'm riding for the Heavenly Brand, and singing Heaven's song.
Cowboy Evangelist Rev. Joseph Holmes
