A Cowboy’s Prayer
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so zvcll; That You have made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave of whistle, clock and belt, Or weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street. Just let me live my life as I’ve begun And give me work that’s open to the sky; Jlake me a partner of the wind and sun And I won’t ask a life that’s soft or high. Forgive me, Lord, when sometimes I forget, You understand the reasons that are hid, You knozv the things that gall and fret, You knozv me better than my mother did. Just keep an eye on all that’s done and said, Just right me sometimes zvhen I turn aside, x And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead That stretches upward toward the Great Divide. —Charles B. Clerk, jun., in the Churchman.
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Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 190, 8 May 1937, Page 1 (Supplement)
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146A Cowboy’s Prayer Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 190, 8 May 1937, Page 1 (Supplement)
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