The Cowboy's Prayer-S

I'm not much good at prayin' and You might not know me Lord

Cause I ain't much seen in churches where they preach Your Holy Word

But I guess You might have seen me out here on these lonely plains

Lookin' after cattle feelin' thankful when it rains

Admirin' that great handy work the miracle of grace

Aware of that kind Spirit and the way it comes to pass

Hard men on horseback and the livestock that we tend

We can look up at the stars at night and know we got a Friend

Well here's old crisps coming on reminding us again of Him who's coming brought goodwill into the hearts of men

Now a cowboy ain't no preacher Lord

But if You just hear my prayer

I'll ask as good as what we got for all men everywhere

Don't let no hearts be bitter Lord

Let no child be cold

Make easy beds for them that's sick and them that's weak and old

Let kindness bless the trail and light

No matter what we're after and

Sorta keep us by Your side in tears aswell as laughter

Now I've seen old cows that's starvin' and it ain't no happy sight

So please leave no-one hungry Lord on this Thy Christmas night

No man no child no woman no critter on four feet

And I aim to do the best I can to help You find them chuck to eat

Now I'm just a lonely cowpoke Lord and got no business prayin'

Still I hope You'll hear a word or two of what it is I'm sayin'

We speak a merry Christmas Lord

I think that You'll agree that there can't be a merry Christmas for a man if he ain't free

So one thing more I'll ask You Lord

Just help us what You can

To save some seeds of freedom

For the future sons of man