Oh Lord, I've nver lived where churches grow.
I Love the creation as it stood.
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it good.
I know that others find you in the light
thats sifted through the window panes,
and yet I seem to feel you near tonight
in this dim starlight on the plains.
Let me be easy on the man thats down;
Let me be square and generoud with all.
I'm careless sometimes Lord, when I'm in town,
But never let them say I'm mean or small!
Make me big and open as the plains,
And as honest as the hoss between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as a hawk that circles down the breeze!
I thank you Lord, that I am placed so well,
That you've made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave to whistle,clork or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my lifes as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask for a life thats's soft or high.
Forgive me Lord, if I sometimes forget,
You know about the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall and fret;
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all thats done and said,
And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead
That stretch upward towards the Great Divide.
By Badger Clark