I ain't much good at prayin', and You may not know me, Lord,
I ain't much seen in churches where they preach Thy Holy Word.
A-lookin' after cattle, feelin' thankful when it rains.
Admirin' Thy great handiwork, the miracle of grass,
Aware of Thy kind Spirit in the way it comes to pass.
That hired men on horseback and the livestock that we tend,
Can look up at the stars at night and know we've got a Friend.
So here's ol' Christmas comin' on, remindin' us again,
Of Him whose comin' brought goodwill into the hearts of men.
A cowboy ain't no preacher, Lord, but if You'll hear my prayer,
I'll ask as good as we have got for all men everywhere.
Don't let no hearts be bitter, Lord; don't 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 we ride, no matter what we're after,
And sorta keep us on Your side, in tears as well as laughter.
I've seen old cows a-starvin', and it ain't no pretty sight:
Please don't leave no one hungry, Lord, On Thy good Christmas night.
No man, no child, no woman, and no critter on four feet,
I'll aim to do my best to help You find 'em chuck to eat.
I'm just a sinful cowpoke, Lord, ain't got no business prayin',
But still I hope You'll ketch a word or two of what I'm a-sayin'.
We speak of Merry Christmas, Lord I reckon You'll agree,
There ain't no Merry Christmas for nobody that 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!
[S. Omar Barker]
Luke 2:14 ... Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
John 8:36 ... If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. ❤
