Cowboy Poets & Writers

I used to train horses just to earn my pay,

Fixin’ fence lines and bailin’ hay.

But somewhere between the sweat and the dust,

I found a Savior I could truly trust.

Now I ain’t just breakin’ colts or mendin’ wire,

I’m ridin’ for Jesus, lit with holy fire.

Every hoofbeat’s a prayer, every post I set,

Is a chance to serve the Lord with no regret.

I’ve seen wild hearts settle when grace takes hold,

Like a bronc gone gentle in the Shepherd’s fold.

And when I’m sore from the work and the weight,

I lean on the One who carries my fate.

I ain’t perfect, but I’m branded by grace,

Marked by the mercy I didn’t chase.

I ride for the King who knows my name,

Who walks the pasture and stakes His claim.

So if you ask who I ride for today,

It ain’t just the ranch or the horse I train—

It’s the Carpenter’s Son with nail-scarred hands,

Who called me to ride for God’s own brand.

Written By

Cowboy Evangelist

Rev. Joseph Holmes