For Rick Hawkins 7/25/2009

This was the day when the Big Boss called you home
Those you have left behind have began to cry and to
moan
Because they rode with you down some well chosen
paths
Had become accustomed to your voice and  your laugh

They have been thinking of times both thick and thin
Not knowing that your trail would soon end
They're recounting things that could really get you riled
And all those things that always made you smile

They're recalling your love and devotion for the Big
Boss
And how you love His word and how you cherished the
cross
Headed for the round up you've gone to the best of
places
Surrounded by good people like you, with happy,
glowing faces

They know they never walk alone but you're not here
To make them feel loved, to hear your words so dear
Their hearts are gonna be heavy like a bull stomping on
their chests
And it may be hours or days before they even get some
rest

But the Big Boss is going to remind them, He's in my
corral
Here where he always wanted to be, my good ol' trail
pal
And I'm going to send some comfort and consolation in
his place
May your memories be sweet of his words, deeds and
face

Maybe you'll meet someone whom  I've yet don't know
Speak of this one who has departed and the way he
would go
Talk of how he gave his heart, mind and life for me
How he was once bound to this earth but his spirit ran
free
Perhaps they will want to turn their life around
For the love, peace and hope that he had truly can be
found

Now I know you are scratchin' your head, wondering
why he'd have to go
And one day you'll have the answer to this thing that's
bothering you so
But for now let it be 'cause I've always had the plan
From the moment I created this faithful and wonderful
man

Yep, here he is with the Big Boss on the trail up in the
sky
For him it's not just a song any longer of the sweet by
and by
Today, spread out before him is a vast eternity
If you could ask, there's no place he would rather be


But maybe you'll catch a glimpse of him if only in your
mind
When you are on your knees or in your quiet times
Picture him riding in land of no pain or sorrow
Down a trail where he'll meet you in one of your
tomorrow's

Ron Secoy
For Rick Hawkins 7/25/2009