The Best Christmas Cowboy Poetry You’ll Find

by Kevin on December 25, 2014

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS

by Ty Weber

The cowboy rode out from his camp, one cold December eve,
His green broke colt was mad at him, can you believe?

It didn’t want to leave the camp, its buddies and its hay,
It didn’t seem to care that they weren’t done with work that day.

The cold had made him broncy, put a big hump in his back,
The cowboy rode him anyway, just hoping he’d untrack.

As they made their circle, checking cattle, breaking ice,
It took all the skill that top hand had, to convince him to be nice.

There wasn’t much improvement, as evening turned to night,
Then suddenly off to the east, darkness changed to light.

A big bright star had just appeared, up in the eastern sky,
The young horse turned to follow it, his rider didn’t ask why.

The foolishness just left that colt, something had changed his mind,
And he hit a smooth long trot, that left their camp behind.

Horse and horseman moved as one, as they covered many miles,
The colt felt soft and willing, the cowboy was all smiles.

At long last they topped a hill, overlooking a small cowtown,
The big star hung above it, beckoning them on down.

The cowboy didn’t guide the colt, just let him have his head,
The young horse never wavered, walked right up to a small shed.

When the rider stepped on down, the colt let out a sigh,
His owner had to wonder, at the softness in his eye.

As the man walked to the door, he couldn’t help but grin,
Because he heard an angel’s voice, say “Cowboy, come on in!”

When he stepped inside the door, he was amazed at what he saw,
The holy scene inside that shed, just filled his heart with awe.

He saw some shepherds with their lambs, a donkey in a stall,
And a man and woman gathered ‘round the child amidst them all.

The horseman looked into the manger, and his heart it leapt with joy,
Because before his eyes there was a PERFECT baby boy!

When the baby looked at him, the cowboy hit his knees,
Because a person has no choice, when his Savior he first sees.

There was no doubt in that man’s mind, that this young boy was He,
The one that God had promised us, the best cowboss to ever be.

So he bowed his head, praised his God, and thanked him for this gift,
And stayed there for a long, long time, ‘til his tear-stained eyes did lift..

The sinner asked, “What have I done, to earn this blessing from above?”
The reply was, “Nothing,” this was God’s grace, a true sign of His love.

In the presence of the newborn King, what could a cowboy say?
Just these simple joyous words, “Lord Jesus, Happy Birthday!”

Ty Weber Performing His Christmas Poem

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