COWBOY'S PRAYER

O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow;

I've loved creations better as it stood

That day you finished it, so long ago,

And looked upon your work and called it good.

Just let me live my lifes as I've begun!

And give me work that's open to the sky;

Make me a parner of the wind and sun,

And I won't ask a life that's soft and high.

Make me as big and open as the plains;

As honest as the horse between my knees;

Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains;

Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze.

Just keep an eye on all that's done and said;

Just right me something when I turn aside;

And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead-

That Stretches upward towards the Great Divide.

Badger Clark