Evening Grace on the Range
Written by Cowboy Evangelist Rev. Joseph Holmes
The sun dips low, a final fiery gleam, Another day concludes, a fading dream. My trusty horse, now watered, brushed, and fed, Safe in his stall, a soft and cozy bed. I close the gate, the wind begins to bite, And feel the first soft flakes of coming night. They swirl and dance, a silent, gentle fall, As winter's hush begins to cover all.
Into the bunkhouse, weary steps I make, My hat on hook, for goodness gracious sake. These dusty boots, they've trod a mile or more, Now off they come, upon the wooden floor. The fire's glow, a comfort in the chill, My spirit settles, quiet, calm, and still. I take my seat, the day's hard labor done, And turn my thoughts to God, the Holy One.
For every sunrise, painting skies anew, For strength to work, and see the whole day through. For grass and water, for the cattle's low, For seeds that sprout, and harvests that will grow. For loyal friends, though few and far between, For simple joys, in every humble scene. For health and breath, a beating, grateful heart, And knowing, Lord, You've played a guiding part.
I bow my head, in quiet, deep reflection, Seeking Your wisdom, comfort, and direction. Forgive my faults, the times I went astray, And guide my steps along Your righteous way. As snow descends, and blankets all the land, I rest secure within Your mighty hand. Thank You, dear Father, for Your endless grace, And peace that fills this lonely, quiet place.
