COWBOY PRAYER by Badger Clark Oh Lord, Ive never lived where churches grow. I love creation better as it stood That day You finished it so long ago And looked upon Your work and called it good. I know that others find you in te light That’s sifted down through tinted window panes, And yet I seem to feel You near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains. I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well, That You have made my freedom so complete; That Im no slave to whistle, clock, or bell, Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street. Just let me live my life as Ive begun And give me work thats open to the sky; Make me a pardner of the wind and sun, And I wont ask a life thats soft or high.. Let me be easy on the man thats down; Let me be square and generous with all. Im careless sometimes, Lord when Im in town, But never let em say Im mean or small! Make me as big and open as the plains, As honest as the hawse between my knees, Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze! Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget. You know about he 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 time, sometimes when I turn aside, And guide me on that long dim trail ahead That stretches upward toward the Great Divide.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 01:47:21 +0000
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