by Paul Mayes Jamar
Sometimes, it feels like, You're a lone cowboy on a hill, Trying to call without a microphone, Out to a lost world, be still! See the presence of God there, In the sky, in nature, by and by, Or, over here, He is everywhere, Just stop a minute before you die. For then it will be too late, To recognize God among us, Leaving you to a certain fate, In hell for not knowing Him. The lone crier is out there today, Trying to be witness to a single soul, To save them from hell someday, Just one at a time is his goal. Yet some slam their door shut, Right in the face of their last chance, Raise hell and cuss like a total nut, To who cares, and is making a stance. So the Lone Cowboy Crier rides on, To the next soul needing salvation, Bruised but determined for God’s Son, To tell the Gospel throughout this nation.
Paul Mayes Jamar was born in Brownwood, Texas in March 1955. He spent most of his life in Texas, just within the last twenty years he moved to Missouri. He graduated from Angelo State University with a Bachelor of Arts Degree. Mr. Jamar was a third generation radio broadcaster owning several stations in the Austin, Texas area. He has written four books of Christian poetry. He hopes to get published soon. He has been published in Highland Park Poetry’s website with his poem, “Bluebonnet Sonnet,” and “Sunrise,” and in their book on Shoes, with His poem, “Shoe Holes.” Also soon to be in Central Texas Writers Society’s Anthology on Nature with his poem, “The Big Red Ant.” Mr. Jamar lives with his wife Cynthia Jamar, and has three children living elsewhere.