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Jesus Roped a MaveRik

Creakin’ Bones
May 22, 2020
American Nightmare
July 31, 2020

Jesus Roped a MaveRik

There's but one undeniable thing
On God's big spacious earth
That drives my every motivation.
It sets me for what I'm worth.

She came to me a gift from God.
He gave me is His precious daughter.
She’s walkin’ proof He loves me.
I’m truly saved by living water.

My life had been a long dark trail.
Never did see I was totally busted.
By grace through faith alone
My Father is now wholly trusted.

For decades I resisted Him
As He patiently waited and beckoned.
I fought Him hook and slice.
Faith was for the weak I reckoned.

Who could really believe
Any far-fetched bible story?
Parting waters of Red and Jordan
Or raising the dead for His glory?

His outstretched hand never faltered.
His loving promise never did roam.
Despite my sins and rude defiance
My Jesus kept calling me home.

Strugglin’ through my late fifties
Reckoned enough of tryin’ my ways.
I fell to m’knees and come ‘round to
The utter failure of my sinin’ strays.

It was slow and a might painful
When He got His rope on me.
I bucked and snorted his lariat taut.
Never a hypocrite would I be!

Some days I'd open the good book.
I began gatherin’ with authentic men.
Slowly I came to a bit of faith.
Even did some prayin' now ‘n then.

Cain't say when it happened.
Mine weren't a sudden belief.
But as time went on a while
I began feelin’ His forgivin’ relief.

I started devourin' scripture.
Ever' Sunday, church I attended.
I asked God to kick open the gate
And forgive me for all I offended.

Well it ain't been no easy ride.
Fact is, it's been life's toughest trail.
Changin' all them comfy, sinnin’ ways
Pert near ever’ day I wanna bail.

But His mercy seems to be endless.
His grace is a blessed salve.
He applies it to my many mistakes.
Lookee here now what I have.

My beautiful bride is priceless.
No way I ever earned such love.
Each time I still stumble and falter
He reaches down from above.

Knowin' how much He loves me,
Knowin’ I did nothin' t' earn it,
Grabs me right behind the makins’
How could I could ever spurn it?

My hat now hangs on the Cross,
Knowin’ He’ll always be there.
It’s where my Jesus bled and died,
My black stained life to spare.

Thank you Lord for your blood
For enduring such pain and strife.
I can never earn this salvation
But I promise to love my wife.

I’ll treat her with understanding
Remembering she’s a weaker vessel.
I’ll do my best each hour you give me
As with the enemy I daily wrestle.

By, Rik Goodell

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