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Cowboy's prayer
O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow:
I've loved creation 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 life as I've begun!
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Make me a partner to 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 sometime when I turn aside;
And guide me on the long, dim tail ahead --
That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.
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