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Trevor Toews

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Bearskins

(Trevor Toews, September 19, 2022)

BEARSKINS MARCH STATELY, ROW ON ROW

GUARDING THEIR MONARCH, ON DOWN THE ROAD

THEY BE HER GRENADIERS, DRESSED UP IN STYLE

ATTENDING HER DOWN, THE LONELY MILE

SINCE HER FIRST REIGN, THEY'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE

GUARDING THEIR QUEEN, NO MATTER WHERE

NOW THEY'RE COMPLETE, THEIR LAST DUTY REPLETE

HEADS BOWING DOWN, DOWN TO THEIR FEET

TWELVE OF THE VERY BEST, STANDING ON GUARD

TO DO THEIR LAST DUTY, FOR THE MONARCH THEY LOVED

THE FLAG ONCE HELD HIGH, FOR SEVENTY YEARS

NOW RESTS IN HER VAULT, WATERED BY TEARS

THEIR FUTURE NOW RESTS, IN THE NEW SOVEREIGN'S HANDS

BOUND TO FACE CHANGE, THROUGH-OUT THE LAND

BUT STILL THEY WILL BE, THE TOUGHEST AND BEST

TO GUARD THEIR NEW KING, AS THEIR QUEEN LIES AT REST

Christmas For Cowboys

(Trevor Toews, November 23, 2021)

CHRISTMAS FOR COWBOYS, OUT ON THE RANGE

JUST LIKE MY JESUS, I WOULDN'T EXCHANGE

THE STARS ARE FOR REAL, AND SO ARE THE TREES

ALONG WITH THE CATTLE, OUT HERE IN THIS BREEZE

THE CATTLE, THE SHEEP, SAFE IN THEIR STALLS

OCCASSIONALY HEARD, A NEW-BORN BAWLS

LIFE FOR THE COWBOY, AT CHRISTMAS TIME

FROM BLEATS TO WHEAT, CAN BE BUSY AT TIMES

THE ANGELS DANCE, WHLE SNOWFLAKES FALL

AS WHEN JESUS WAS BORN, ASLEEP IN THE STALL

LITTLE LORD JESUS, IS NOW FULLY GROWN

ALIVE IN THE HEARTS, OF COWBOYS AT HOME

THEY TAKE HIM ALONG, WHEREVER THEY GO

FROM COLD PRAIRIE RANGES, TO RODEOS

'TILL AT LAST THEY FLY, ON ANGELS' WINGS

AT THE END OF THEIR TRAIL, THEIR YODELS THEY SING

THERE THEY RESPOND, TO THE LAST CATTLE CALL

FOR COWBOYS AT CHRISTMAS, AT THE LAST ROUND-UP CALL

Many

(Trevor Toews, November 11, 2021)

MANY WERE CALLED, AND ANSWERED THE CALL

TO LAY THEIR LIVES ON THE LINE

TO PROTECT AND DEFEND, A FOREIGN FOLK

TO WHOM THEY WERE ASSIGNED

MANY DEPLOYED TO THE ISLE OF HONG KONG

PIOR TO CHRISTMAS THAT YEAR

NEVER RETURNING HOME AGAIN

OR SPENDING FOUR YEARS IN FEAR

MANY HAD FOUGHT, AND OH WHAT A FIGHT

BRAVELY THEY FOUGHT, HARD AND LONG

ONLY TO FIN'LLY LAY DOWN THEIR GUNS

AND SING THE PRIS'NERS SONG

MANY MEN DIED ON THAT COLD CHRISTMAS DAY

FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM AND LIFE

UNDER GUNNED, AND OVER MANNED

HEROICALLY SPENDING THEIR LIVES

MANY HAD FOUGHT FROM THE WONG NEI CHONG GAP

TO THE FABLED GIN DRINKER'S LINE

AGAINST THE AGGRESSION OF HARD-HEARTE DMEN

IN DEFENCE OF THAT TINY ISLE

MANY REMAINED A PRIS'NER IN MIND

OF THE CRUELTY THEY HAD RECEIVED

TO LIVE OUT THEIR LIVES AS BEST THEY COULD

CONSTANTLY SEEKING RELIEF

MANY FORGOT, THE BATTLES OF OLD

HISTORY'S LOST TO THE YOUNG

BUT WE WILL REMEMBER THE FAMLY WE LOST

TO THE FLAMES AND THE BOMBS AND THE GUNS

Gone

(Trevor Toews, August 22, 2022)

GONE IS THE LIGHT, THAT SHONE FROM MY EYES

AFTER WE'VE SAID, OUR LAST GOODBYES

GONE IS THE LAUGHTER, FROM THESE LIPS

NO MORE JOKES, OR SILLY QUIPS

GONE IS THE MUSIC, THAT FLOURISHED AND FLOWED

IT'S OFF TO HEAVEN, THAT I MUST GO

GONE IS THE BREATH, THAT GOD ONCE GAVE

NOW YOU MUST LAY ME, IN MY GRAVE

GONE IS THE PERSON, THAT YOU ONCE KNEW

MY ETERNAL SPIRIT, THAT GOD RENEWED

GONE TO HEAVEN, TO FATHER GOD

NO LONGER MEANT, TO WALK THIS SOD

GONE IS THE PAIN, THAT PLAGUES US ALL

NO LONGER AFFECTED, BY THE FALL

GONE TO SEE JESUS, AT LONG LONG LAST

THOUGH WHILE ON THIS EARTH, I'VE HAD A BLAST

GONE ARE MY TASKS, THAT MUST BE DONE

FULFILLING THEIR PURPOSE, UNDER THE SUN

GONE ARE MY LISTS, OF THINGS TO DO

NOW I MUST LEAVE THEM, UP TO YOU

I'VE GONE TO AWAIT, MY FAM'LY DEAR

OH HOW I WISH, THEY WOULD MAKE IT HERE

GONE ARE THE WORRIES, THAT PLAGUED MY MIND

LEAVING EACH CARE, AND WORRY BEHIND

GONE TO THE PLACE, THAT IS SAFE AND WARM

SAFE IN HIS ARMS, WHERE THERE'S NO ALARM

GONE, YES I'M GONE, TO HEAVEN ABOVE

ENVELOPED BY JESUS, AND HIS LOVE - SWEET - LOVE

This Lady So Grand

(Trevor Toews, September 14, 2022)

YOUR MAJESTY AND, MY DEAR DEAR SISTER

I'D CERTAINLY LIKE, TO SAY THAT I'LL MISS HER

THOUGH WE'VE NEVER MET, YOU CAN BE SURE

IN MY HEAVENLY HOME, I KNOW THAT I'LL MEET HER

MY SISTER BECAUSE, OF JESUS' BLOOD

BORN-AGAIN, BY THIS CLEANSING FLOOD

AN EXAMPLE OF SERVICE, IN THIS WORLD OF MUD

HER PASSING HAS CAUSED, A TEARFUL FLOOD

I WILL REMEMBER HER, ALL OF MY LIFE

'TILL I MEET HER, IN THE AFTER-LIFE

TIME THERE WILL BE, TO UNDERSTAND

THE EFFECTS OF HER LIFE, THIS LADY SO GRAND

Time Keeps on Tickin

(Trevor Toews, April 16, 2021)

TIME KEEPS ON TICKIN, BUT SOON NO MORE

AS THE CLOUDS ARE ROLLED UP, WHEN THE TRUMPET ROARS

THE LORD WILL RETURN, WITH LIGHT'NING SPEED

WITH AN ARMY OF ANGELS, EACH ON THEIR STEED

AS THE TRUMPET WILL BLAST, ALL WILL SEE

THE SAINTS WILL GO HOME, FOR ETERNITY

THE LOST WILL BE LOST, IN THEIR SIN AND THEIR PRIDE

WISHING THAT THEY HAD CHOSE JESUS, BEFORE THEY DIED

THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER, WILL BE KNOWN TO ALL

FOR MANY TOO LATE, TO ANSWER THE CALL

IF ONLY WE YIELDED, THEY WILL SAY TO THEMSELVES

TO JESUS' GREAT LOVE, THAT WOULD SAVE US FROM HELL

SO OFF TO THE PIT, WHERE THE DEMONS GO

NEVER TO BASKE, IN THE WARMTH OF GOD'S GLOW

SUFF'RING IN TORMENT, FOR ENDLESS DAYS

MOURNING THEIR CHOICE, FOR REJECTING HIS GRACE

OH THAT ALL PEOPLE, WHO HEAR THIS POEM

WOULD STOP FOR A MOMENT, CONSIDER YOUR HOME

HOME UP IN HEAVEN, FOR ETERNITY

PREPARED BY THE SAVIOUR, FOR YOU AND FOR ME

BUT ALAS MANY MANSIONS, THAT THE LORD HAS PREPARED

VOID OF THE RESIDENT, THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE

GONE TO THE FIRES OF HELL AND DESPAIR

FOR NOT CHOOSING JESUS, AS SAVIOUR AND LORD

CONSIDER YOUR WAYS, REPENT OF YOUR SIN

SO THAT JESUS CAN SAVE YOU, AND MAKE YOU HIS KIN

MAKE HIM YOUR SAVIOUR, MAKE HIM YOUR LORD

AND HE'LL MAKE YOU KIN, IN THE FAM'LY OF GOD

Where Horses Run Free

(Trevor Toews, August 28, 2022)

NO MORE GATES, NO MORE FENCES

NO MORE DOWNRIGHT NASTY OFFENSES

NO MORE SLEEP AT THE END OF A DAY

SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS, AND A WELCOMING NEIGH

NO MORE CHORES, THE WORK HAS BEEN DONE

THANKS TO JESUS, THE RISEN ONE

HERE THERE'S A REST FOR THE CHILD OF GOD

FREE FROM HAVING, TO TILL THE SOD

LOOSED TO RIDE FREE, ON THAT WIDE OPEN RANGE

TO RIDE IN A LAND, THAT GOD HAS DESIGNED

FOR FIN'LY AT LAST, GOD'S PROMISE CAME THROUGH

HEAVEN FOREVER, FOR JAY, ME, AND YOU

FREE TO RIDE, GOD'S HEAVENLY RANGE

FREE FROM DEATH, THE ROT AND MANGE

FREE FROM THE BONDS, THAT RESTRICT YOU AND ME

FREE TO ROAM, WHERE HORSES RUN FREE

Home, Home on the Range

(Trevor Toews, September 24, 2022)

DUSTY OLD BOOTS, HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE

REV'RENTLY TREAD, ON THE OLD CREAKY FLOOR

IN FROM THE RANGE, THE COWBOYS FILE IN

IN LEATHERY BOOTS, WITH LEATHERY SKINS

AFTER A WEEK, OF LIFE ON THE RANGE

THEY COME IN FOR SHELTER, NO MATTER THE AGE

SUNDAY HAS COME, AND SO HAVE THEY

TO WORSHIP THE LORD, AS THEY WALK IN THE WAY

HERE THEY HAVE GATHERED, IN ONE ACCORD

HERE THEY HAVE GATHERED, TO WORSHIP THE LORD

EXCHANGING THE WIND, THAT BLOWS ON THE RANGE

FOR THE WIND OF THE SPIRIT, THAT HELPS THEM TO CHANGE

THEN THEY RETURN, TO THE DUST AND THE WIND

BACK TO THE RANGE, WITH A TELL-TALE GRIN

BACK TO THE LIFE, THAT THEY LOVE THE MOST

BACK TO THE RANGE, WHERE GOD IS THEIR HOST

HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE

All songs and poems, unless otherwise noted, have been written and produced by Trevor Toews.
All songs are copyright protected and have been registered with SOCAN and/or ASCAP.
None of my songs or poems may be sold without my written permission.

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