When a Cowboy Talks To God

Lord, you know that I’m one small seed Blown across the fields of this world— You could lose me in a moment By the power you have unfurled. But when I need to talk to you, I know you’ll hear me and stand mute— Then bless me with your vast knowledge In green valley or lonely butte. Yes, I’ve strayed down many wrong paths, And it’s all my own fault, of course— But now I just ask your blessing When I’m too frail to ride my horse. And though it seems I ask often, It is not always just for me— I can only gain forgiveness In the eyes of eternity. Lift me to your silver saddle And we’ll ride that ivory cloud— As I dally the light’s wisdom, And make the big trail boss real proud.