He saddled up a good horse
His faithful companion
They rode across the prairie
Headed for the canyon.
He’d never come this way before.
This trail was not well traveled.
He left a broken heart behind
With a life that had unraveled.
The trail was steep and narrow
As it crossed the great divide.
There was no other way to go
To reach the other side.
The canyon walls grew high and dark,
They closed in like a prison.
This journey wasn’t in his plan,
It wasn’t his decision.
They rode on through a cold, dark night.
And he began to pray.
He asked for strength to make this ride
And for a brighter day.
All at once a still small voice
Seemed to fill the night.
He was suddenly surrounded
By God’s love and peace and light.
It said:
Keep looking up, Buckaroo
This trial is nearly over.
Ill lead you to clear water
And green pastures of clover.
Keep looking up, Buckaroo
You will never ride alone.
I will always be right by your side
And lead you safely home.
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