GOD WENT COUNTRY ON THE CROSS

GOD WENT COUNTRY ON THE CROSS

Roger A. Davis

The combination of the blues and all the love of us’ems hues
Can Country become distinct?
Nah, it’s Eden’s missing link
Eden is Prairie Prose
Where The Word became flesh and overcame all His foes
Prose, rhythm and song
Hey! Let us all get along
For The Maker has come back and He is on His throne
The Grand Ole Opry is His tone!
You name them, they’re all there
Minnie Pearl to Fred Astaire
Why is it Country?
All creatures great and small
He made them all
Yet, it’s a baby in a manger so meek and mild
And Our Father creator started this world as a child
Yes, as The Creator
There was a rectal traitor
Gunfights at the O.K. Corral, wars and rumors, too
Fallen nature through and through
So, Eden’s sod
Was no longer home for God
Heaven bound until the Son of Man brought back the Bride on a groom’s quest
For us and the rest
The Father! is here now and the whole world has gone Country
Saving the best for last?
Heck no!
It’s ham and beans; molasses, too
Peach cobbler, rye bread, sand plum jelly – eat until your face is blue
“Come on, partners, gather round”
For an old-fashioned hoedown