A Cowboy’s Thanksgiving Prayer
by Steve Lucas
It’s been a year of blessed days
since I gazed upon this land,
And looked to heaven with thanks and praise,
For the creation of Your hand.
Again, I marvel at the seasons’ change:
The reds of fall, the greens of spring,
Deer and antelope bounding ‘cross the range
The sweet refrain that skylarks sing.
And I wonder how, of all mankind,
And all the places on this sphere,
That only by Your love and grace
I find myself standing here
In this land and on this ground
Where I am free to give
Thanks for the blessings that abound
From the cowboy’s life I live.
I thank You for the summer rain,
And sunny winter days
For rolling fields of golden grain,
And for these cows that graze
On hillsides in the morning sun
While their calves sleep in the shade
I thank you, Lord, you let me be one
To live in this wonder you have made.