Echoes from the Campfire

Time was like a handful of water; no matter how tight you hold your fingers together, it soon slipped through and left you dry.”
–Mike Roarke (Silent Drums)

“The Lord will work out his plans for my life— for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Don’t abandon me, for you made me.”
–Psalm 138:8 (NLT)
     “I’m going to leave San Antonio
      It’s time for me to pack and go
      I’ll say goodbye to the Alamo
      And bid farewell to friend and foe.

      I’ll take my horse and I’ll take my rope
      I’ll hit the trail upon a lope
      I’ll bid adios to the Alamo
      I’ll turn my face to the Piney Woods.

      I’ll make my home on the wide, wide range
      The people there are not so strange!
      The hard, hard ground will be my bed
      And the saddle seat will hold my head.

      And when I waken from my dreams
      I’ll eat my bread and my pinto beans
      And when my ride on Earth is done
      I’ll take my chances with the holy one.”

The composer is unknown for this old cowboy song, and I made a few adaptations of my own.  Yep, my friends, this is it.  I spent my last night in San Antonio.  It has been a profitable 22 years, but now to move on to a new range.  I’ll try not to waste my time ’cause I sure don’t know how much more of it the Lord has for me.  Whatever I have I need to be growing and learning and doing things for Him.
I want to thank you all for your prayers, but don’t stop now.  Keep them coming.  Never you fear either, for my friends, I’ll be sure and check my cinch before moving out.  The next time you hear from this ol’ fence post it will be from the woods of East Texas.