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The Cowboy's Prayer by Badger Clark

I've put a few photos to this beloved Cowboy poem..

Oh Lord, I've never lived where chuches 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 thank you, Lord, that I am placed so well,

That you have made my freedom so complete;

That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell,

Nor weak-eyed 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 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;

I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,

Let me be square and generous with all.

Make be as big and open as the plains,

But never let 'em say I'm mean or small!

Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,

As honest as the hoss between my knees,

Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget,

Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze!

You understand the things that gall and fret;

You know about the reasons that are hid.

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

You know me better than my mother did.

And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside,