A cowboy rides in Heaven

Roped by Our Father’s hand

To dwell amid the angels

Within the Promised Land

His hat is now a halo

His boots now touch the clouds

His wit and friendly musings

Now charm angelic crowds.

He basks amid the sunlight

Fading into the West

His spirit lies within us

The lives on earth he blessed

We’ll hold each gentle memory

In our hearts, evermore

Until our Texas cowboy

Greets us at Heaven’s Door.

A cowboy rides with Jesus

Our Father called him Home

To rest within His Kingdom

A wondrous place to roam

We will always remember

With the highest of acclaim

The strength, love and compassion

Of God’s angel, Josh is his name
                        By Jill Eisnaugle

But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40: 31

May 24th, 1988 - July 3rd, 2016

Concho Courtesy of Sid Richardson