Pastor Jeromy Connell
Cowboy Ten Commandments
1. Just one God.
2. Honor yer Ma & Pa.
3. No telling tales or gossipin’.
4. Git yourself to Sunday meeting.
5. Put nothin’ before God.
6. No foolin’ around with
another fellows gal.
7. No killin’.
8. Watch yer mouth
9. Don’t take what ain’t yers.
10. Don’t be hankerin’ for yer buddy’s stuff.
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Welcome to the Heart of Texas Cowboy Church website.
We invite you to attend service or one of the events we hold in the arena on the church grounds.
Throw on your jeans (Yes! I said Jeans!) and yer cowboy boots and join us this Sunday to worship the Lord and sing of His praises.
Services at the Heart of Texas Cowboy Church begin every Sunday morning at 10:00 a.m.
The experience that you will have at the Heart of Texas Cowboy Church will surely be unmatched.
We are a church full of people just like you...People who have made mistakes but Love the Lord and want to get closer to the Lord each and every day.
We won't judge you, nor condemn you. We will only accept you!
We are located at 5101 Kendall Lane, Waco, TX 76705.
Phone number: (254)-753-5800
Click below to send Pastor Jeromy an email
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A COWBOY'S PRAYER
Oh,Lord,I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better as it stood that you finished it so long ago.
And looked upon your work and called it good.
I know that others might find You in the light that's sifted down through tinted window panes,and yet I seem to feel You near tonight.
Let me be easy on the man that is down.
Let me be square and generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes,Lord,when I'm in town,
but never let them say I'm mean or small.
Make me as big and as open as the plains.
As honest as the wind blows behind the rains,
free as the hawk that circles down the breeze.
I thank you Lord,that I am placed so well,that you made my freedom so complete.
That I'm no slave to whistle,clock,or bell,
nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I've begun and give me work that is open to the sky.
Make me a partner of the wind and sun,and I won't ask a life that's soft or high.
Forgive me Lord,if sometimes I forget.
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret.
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said,and right me,sometimes,when I turn aside,and guide me on the long,dim trail ahead,that stretches upward towards the Great Divine.
By: Badger Clark
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