When Love Rides In Like The Calvary
Saturday afternoon in the Sixties there were still
The Lone Ranger re-runs running across the boob tube
Mother’s term of endearment stuck
And cowboy shows that show a world far away from the South in
1960 something
It doesn’t take long
For an image to sear
Burn like a hot-iron brand on a cow’s hide
Marked by the rancher, for life
This image of a calvacade of salvation coming right at you
Through the cross-hairs, intending to rescue you by overtaking you
Knocking you right out the saddle
Ambushing your soul
Coming out from behind the hedge of cacti
Guns ablazin’
Both barrells loaded oh,
Yeah and locked
The men in white win you over by a show of force
The names have been changed, and more, to protect the guilty
Those who surprised you with love
Who was that masked man? You ask, knowing full well they were women
And they loved you so very well
High, ho Silver
Golden, these girls.
Branding you with a mark of love for life. This is the body of Christ.
Take, eat, remember.
Away.
elizabeth w. marshall 