Hazlewood

Some time ago I’d been working with some people, former prison inmates and their families; just sharin’ the love of Jesus with them, tryin’ to meet their needs. A man (name’s James Hazlewood) was helping. At some point during the evening’s activities he stepped up to me and shoved a napkin into my hand with some writin’ on it. I put it in my pocket nonchalant like. Later, when I got home, I pulled the napkin outa my pocket and read it. What a blessing. Thanks pard. You’re a blessing.

This is what he wrote. I just call it…

Hazlewood

Just an old Gospel cowboy ridin’ on a wilderness range;
But he rides for the Master, gathering up His strays.

And he seeks for halt and lame ones and ornery crosseyed bulls;
He knows they are all precious to the Savior who he serves.

When at last the herd is gathered safe in the heavenly home;
He’ll hear his name called softly and then “Partner, well done.”