A Cowpokes Prayer
Lord, I ain't good at prayin', I hope You'll fergive me fer that,
But I need to pause by this Colorady spruce fer a little chat.
It's been a very tryin' day a-herdin' dogies an' fixin' fences,
So please lend Yer ear whilst I unwind an' enjoy Yer vast expanses.
Lord, it's been mighty hot an' dusty on th' lonely trail today;
Sometimes I wonder why I cowboy - it shore ain't fer the pay.
But I love Yer wide-open ranges, fer me that's my compensation.
I'll never cease to wonder at th' grandeur uv Yer Creation!
Lord, help me to allus take plenty uv time to look an' ponder,
At th' majesty uv that snow-capped mountain range over yonder.
May I allus savor th' smell uv sagebrush an' fragrant pine,
An' th' sunsets that You paint jes' fer me that are so divine.
You know I git irate a-herdin' them wily cows and steers,
An' I git to cussin' which is so displeasin' to Yer ears.
Yer within Yer rights to brand me th' worst sinner on th' earth,
But, Lord, I'm a-tryin' to do my best to live a life uv worth.
Lord, I'm a-thankin' Ye fer th' good an' faithful hoss I ride,
Even fer Cooky's chuck uv beans an' bacon that I must abide.
I can't thank Ye enough for Yer forgiveness an' faithful love;
I hope You'll see fit to brand me fer Yer heavenly corral above!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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