Oh Lord, I've never lived where chrches 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, guiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Not weak-eyed prisoner of wall or 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 of the 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 am in town,
But never let 'em say I'mm 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 on the breeze!
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret;
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye onn all that's done and said
And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside,
And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead
That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.
A Cowboy's Prayer
by Charles Badger Clark
This painting illustrates the story of the working cowhand. Even when he has some downtime, he must be working. Mending his tack is just one of the things he does to keep his hand busy. But it is a quiet time, a time for reflection, a time for prayer. I hope you feel that when you look at this painting.
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