The Old Cowboy's Evening Prayer
Lord of the range and the wide-open sky, I come to You now as the daylight runs dry. Thank You for findin' me out on the trail, When I was plumb lost and my courage had failed.
Thank You for horses, for honest hard work, For calloused old hands and muscles that hurt. It reminds me I'm livin', still breathin' Your air, Still blessed with a purpose, still wrapped in Your care.
I pray for these cowboys bunked here by my side, Open their hearts, Lord, let Your truth be their guide. Some are young, some are weathered, all searchin' for home, Show 'em the way so they don't have to roam.
Help me to live out Your Word every day, Not just with my preachin', but in my own way. Let 'em see Jesus in how I treat the horses, In honest day's labor, in stayin' the courses.
Give me the courage to speak when You lead, The wisdom to know when a man's heart's in need. Make me a faithful hand on Your spread, Ridin' for heaven 'til I lay down this head.
Forgive me my failings, the times I fell short, When I wandered from You and the lessons You taught. Thank You for grace that's as wide as the plains, For washin' me clean like a good soakin' rain.
Watch over the strays, Lord, wherever they are, The lost and the lonely beneath the same stars. Send someone to find 'em like You found me, And bring all Your cowboys home finally.
In Jesus' name, Lord, I pray all of this, My Savior, my Trail Boss, my eternal bliss.
Amen.