The Ranch

By Rich Murillo

A place in the middle of nowhere

Welcoming to all

Anointed land to help those

That fall

Filled with the Holy Spirit

To humble prideful souls

Broken lives go there ‘cause they don’t know

Where else to go

All walks of life meeting

In one place

Children of God, the loving chosen

Human Race

Now it’s not of luxury and

Far from fancy

No signs of riches but these

Angels dance with me

No streets of gold

But a single road of dirt

Some call it a punishment house

Others a hospital for the hurt

It’s called the Ranch but there’s no

Horse there to comb

But for me myself and I, I like to

Call it my home