He rode into town on his horse of white.
He heard the cry of a damsel and understood her plight.
He quickly brought the villains to their knees.
The whole town sung happy reveries.
He never took a life but shot the guns out of their hands.
Leaving the towns people to ask, “Who was that masked man.
He was the Lone Ranger and we know he is fiction.
People want to believe in good over evil. It is an addiction.
Somehow we tend to believe that Jesus Christ is also pretend.
To believe what we have not seen leaves our minds unable to extend.
This means the Lone Ranger and Jesus are both figments of our imagination.
This lack of faith truly has invaded our wonderful nation.
Believe in good over evil and you will see the heavenly shore.
You must believe but you must also love it more.
He rode into town on a horse of white.
He heard the cry of a damsel and understood her plight.
His name is Jesus the son of God our creator.
If you believe your life can become something greater.
Blessings,
Joyce B.
God Bless, God Speed -Spirit Warrior
I used to love watching the Lone Ranger. Too bad our local TV doesn't show his reruns.
Hank
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Lew,
Every bullet hits its target dead on, in this exceptional write!
Way to go, Brother!
So happy things went well for you..
Continued blessings&Prayers, Rhonda