Oh Lord, I've
never lived where churches grow.
I love creation
better 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 te light
That’s
sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem
to feel You near tonight
In this dim,
quiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You,
Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have
made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no
slave to whistle, clock, or bell,
Nor weak-eyed
prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me
live my life 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 a life that's soft or high..
Let me be easy
on the man that's down;
Let me be square
and generous with all.
I'm careless
sometimes, Lord when I'm in town,
But never let
'em say I'm mean or small !
Make me as big
and open as the plains,
As honest as
the hawse between my knees,
Clean as the
wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the
hawk that circles down the breeze !
Forgive me,
Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You know about
he 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 that’s done and said
And right time,
sometimes when I turn aside,
And guide me
on that long dim trail ahead
That stretches
upward toward the Great Divide.
