Heaven's Call

In the heart of the mountains, called the Rockies of the west,
By the streams of living waters, flowing 'neath a snowy crest,
Lived a breed of mountain men--quiet as the forest around them;
Ranchers, Rustlers, Poachers, Plowmen, Indians, Cowpokes and Common Men.

Their children changed to adults, saw so much but little said;
Heard the shootings, saw the killing, knew of innocent blood shed.
Out of chaos and confusion, saw the law and order come.
War across the restless waters had been fought and had been won.

Swiftly came the great depression, jobless men and railroad bums,
Hungry children, homeless families, broken banks and city slums.
From the plains of Colorado came some strangers to the town;
Having lost all in the dust bowl, searching for a better ground.

Saw the fruit trees heavy-laden--in abundance they did bear;
Work was scarce, and money, too, but food a plenty and some to spare.
Settled in that fertile valley, with his family from the plain;
Quietly he lived amongst them, richer that the common man.

Richer without earthly treasure than the mortals 'round him guessed,
For the God of Heaven loved him, "cross the waters through the fray.
When the war at last was over, and the homeland met his view,
How he longed to follow closer the Saviour of the few.

Dispossess himself of all things, even as the Master asked;
Follow where the Shepherd leads him, obey God's will--do his task.
Seek the lost sheep on the mountain, bring the sinner home to stay,
Show the dying men His pattern, teach God's doctrine, shun man's way.

To the distant land of famine, starving men he sought to feed.
Teach the heathen of Salvation, meet their hungry Soul's sad need;
To the sightless eyes give vision, heal the broken hearted man;
Fight the battle to the finish, fit into God's perfect plan.