I'm not too good at prayin', Lord

and You may not know me very well.

For I haven't been inside a church,

in quite a long, long spell.

But You may still have seen me, Lord,

here on this dusty trail,

herdin' after cattle

through the snow and rain and hail.

And as I ride I do give thanks

for the miracles I see ~

the clear blue sky, the buttercups,

the buzzing little bee.

I give thanks for the soft green grass

that feeds the cattle that we tend;

it also gives my bed some comfort

when the day is at an end.

With each hill and valley,

along each dusty mile,

I find some beauty You created

and I cannot help but smile.

I'm far from being a  preacher, Lord,

but I'll offer my humble prayer

that love and kindness will be my guide

as I'm roamin' here and there.

I pray that I might live my life

in a way that brings You joy.

But if I slip every now and then,

take pity on this poor cowboy.

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