A Cowboy's Prayer
(written for Mother)
Sun and Saddle Leather
Badger Clark Memorial Society
Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
upon Your work and called it good.
I know that others find You in the
down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel You near
In this dim,
quiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed
That You have
made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock
prisoner of wall and street,
Just let me live my life as I've
And give me
work that's open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and
And I won't
ask a life that's soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
Let me be
square and generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when
I'm in town,
But never let
'em say I'm mean or small!
Make me as big and open as the
As honest as
the hawse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind
Free as the
hawk that circles down the breeze!
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I
about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall
You know me
better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done
And right me,
sometimes, when I turn aside,
And guide me down the long, dim trail
stretches upward toward the Great Divide.