Trail's End
The wind came howling cross the range, A blizzard fierce and wild and strange, My horse was stumbling, losing ground, No trail, no shelter to be found.
I'd been riding hard for years, Chasing gold and drowning fears, Lost in more ways than the storm— My soul was weary, broke, and worn.
The snow was blinding, cold as death, Ice was stealing every breath, When through the white I saw Him there, A rider with a gentle air.
His eyes were kind, His smile was warm, He calmed the fury of the storm, "I know you're lost," He softly said, "But son, I'll guide you home instead."
"I don't deserve Your help," I cried, "I've wandered far, I've lived in pride, I've turned my back on holy ground— A sinner's all that can be found."
But Jesus smiled and shook His head, "That's why I came, that's why I bled, I didn't come to find the found, I came to lift you off the ground."
He led me through that bitter night, His presence was a warming light, Not just to shelter, food, and fire, But to the home my soul required.
He saved me there upon that trail, When I was lost and weak and pale, Now I ride beneath His brand, A cowboy in the Promised Land.
No longer drifting, no more lost, He paid my way, He paid the cost, And when this earthly ride is through, I'll ride His range forever new.
In Heaven's pastures, green and wide, I'll work His ranch with joy and pride, For He's the Boss who found me when I'd lost my way—and saved me then.
So let the storms of life still blow, Through every trial that I go, I'll follow Jesus, come what may, He is the Life, the Truth, the Way.
For I once rode the devil's range, But Jesus brought the sweetest change, Now branded with His crimson sign, Forever His, and He is mine.
"For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost." - Luke 19:10