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A COWBOY'S CHRISTMAS PRAYER

 By S. Omar Barker (1894-1985)

 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,
 But you may have observed me out here on the lonely plains,
 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 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 coming brought good will 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 sorter keep us on Your side, in tears as well as laughter.
 I've seen ol' cows a-starvin, and it ain't no happy 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 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.

 

STORMS OF LIFE

IT'S HARD TO HAVE FAITH IN THE MIDST OF THE STORM.  IT'S HARD TO SEE THAT THE ANCHOR IS HOLDING.  BUT WHEN THE WAVES ARE CALMED, WE SEE JESUS STANDING THERE HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.  HE WAS THERE ALL ALONG, HE NEVER LEFT US.  THE STORM JUST CONFUSED US BECAUSE OUR BOAT WAS ROCKED AND FLUNG ABOUT A LITTLE BIT.  THE STORMS IN LIFE COME, BUT WITH EACH PASSING ONE, OUR STRENGTH IS RENEWED AND WE DRAW NEARER STILL TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR.  AND THE ANCHOR DIGS DEEPER FROM THE TUGS DURING THE STORM.

I LOVE YOU LORD JESUS AND THANK YOU FOR BEING MY ANCHOR IN THE STORM ONCE AGAIN.....VONDA

 

Together our life will be

Your tears in my mane I forever hide
I listen to the silence your fears inside
Tell words you can not say anywhere else
For I know about your love for me
More than life, more than self
Together our life will be

 

Now lay your head upon my shoulders
My love again consumes your heart
Climb on my back, take me for a ride
As I join the visions of your dreams
Together our life will be

 

As we ride and the wind flies by
Clean the day's dust from our souls
Bonded together, spirits refreshed
Listen to the sounds, of the breaths I take
The thunder of feet dance upon the ground

Together our life will be

 

Feel us moving, as one together
In this moment nothing else matters.
Tell me your fears and tell me your dreams
I will keep them held tight, until you're strong
Let your nights haunting, turn to daydreams with me.
Together our life will be

 

Rides over grass, prairie and snow covered ground
Hardened world left far behind
Lost in loneliness you will no longer feel
nor yearning for love of lost family n' friends
A miracle of one life complete we will make

Together our life will be
                                               

 Roberta Edstrom

 


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