The Cowboy's Prayer

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