He made all the mountains, the cactus and trees
He made the desert and the cool evening breeze...
He was there at the moment all life had its start
God must be a cowboy... a cowboy at heart.

He made the canyons, the rocks, and the rills
And He owns the cattle on ten thousand hills...
He was born in a stable... on a prairie so dark...
God must be a cowboy, a cowboy at heart.

He rode into a city on a donkey one day
The colt was unbroken but He rode anyway...
And one day, says the Bible, He's coming again...
On a white horse with armies and posses of men.

God must be a cowboy, He's at home on the range...
He made the wild horses that still roam the plains...
He's at home in the saddle, He's at home on the ground
He's a down to earth cowboy, and He's always around.

He can tame the wild horses, He rides on the wind
And as time gallops by us, He's coming again...
And from the last roundup, we need never part...
From God the Great Cowboy, the Cowboy at heart.

He's God of the mountains, and God of the plains...
He rides in my saddle... holds on to my reins...
When I came to know Him - live had a new start.
He's everything to me - He's a cowboy at heart.

Oh won't you come to Him and give Him your reins -
Let Him ride in your saddle through life's hills and plains -
Then no ornery rustler can tear you apart...
From God the Great Cowboy... the Cowboy at heart.

For God is a cowboy, a cowboy at heart

~ Pat Jenson