Was sittin' in the saddle,
Nowhere I needed to be.
Just me and my pony,
And that was fine with me.
As we rode along
Mountains,
were all I could see.
No one else around,
That was fine with me.
The trail got a bit rough,
But I was ridin' ol' Flea.
He never stumbled once.
That was fine with me.
Stopped for a breather,
Under a big oak tree.
Restin' in the shade.
That was fine with me.
Said, This is the life,
Asked Flea if he would agree.
He didn't say a word,
And that was fine with me.
Then the wind began to howl,
It sure was hard to see.
Then it died down,
That was fine with me.
It was then I heard a voice,
Really it sounded like three.
My heart began to break,
That was fine with me.
Stepped out of the saddle,
Got on bended knee.
I knew the Lord was the answer,
That was fine with me.
There on that mountain,
I didn't have to beg or plea.
Just admitted I was lost,
That was fine with me.
When I got back to my feet,
Felt like I'd been set free.
My sins had been forgiven,
That was fine with me.
Climbed back in the saddle,
Knowin' I now had life's key.
Headed back down the mountain,
That was fine with me.
It was then I realized,
I was now a trainee.
New at ridin' for the Lord,
That was fine with me.
Shouted, we're ridin' for The Brand,
Flea didn't disagree.
No longer just me and my pony,
That is fine with me.
[Brad Curtis]
Romans 6:22 ... But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. ❤
