"Pascagoula Cows"

Some man in Pascagoula,

Had some cows to sell,

A herd of Brahmer cattle,

And they were straight from hell.

Dad said they came from pasture,

Lots more swamp than grass,

I never heard of Pascagoula,

Or what would come to pass.

They were big and gray and framey,

Each had a rack of horns,

And buddy they would eat you up,

Snortin’ four-hoof storms.

And I’m talking’ bout the mother cows,

Never mind the calves and bulls,

Didn’t matter where they were,

In lots or in pen-fulls.

We had to sort ‘em horseback,

And they would fight a horse,

You must be quick and ready,

To move away of course.

A-hookin’ and a-jumpin’,

Every fence we had,

I swear they were the worst ones,

Those cattle were so bad.

And then they started dyin’,

From stress attacks I guess,

The vet he had to test ‘em,

They liked him even less.

But Dad said that he bought ‘em,

At a real good price,

And when they finally shipped out,

He made a profit nice.

But I won’t forget ‘em,

The Pascagoula cows,

I’m glad we survived ‘em,

And got ‘em gone somehow.

Sometimes the worst that happens,

Still adds up to good,

If we can just remember,

God said that it would.

“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.” (Romans 8:28, NLT)

Art by Joel Phillips, used by permission. Thanks, Joel, and God bless you.