Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Oh Lord, I’ve 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 the 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 hank you, Lord.
That I am placed so well
That you have made my freedome so complete,
That I’m no slave of whistle, clock or bell.
No weak-eyes prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I’ve begun,
And give me work that’s open to the sky,
Make me a pardner oft he wind and sun,
And I won’t ask a life that’s soft or high,
Let me be easy on the man that’s down,
Let me be square and generous with all.
I’m careless sometimes, Lord, when I’m in town,
But never let’m say I’m mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains,
As honest as the hoss 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 the reasons that are hid,
you understand the things thatt gall and fret,
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 trail ahead,
that streches upward toward the Great Divine.

Amen!