David L. True, Manager

A 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 of the wind and sun,
  And I won't ask for a life that's soft and high.
Make me as open as the plains;
  As honest as the horse between my knees;
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rain;
  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 trail ahead --
  That stretches upward toward the Great Divide.
                           - Author unknown