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 come to pass,
That hired men on horseback and
The livestock that 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 old 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 more thing I’ll ask You, Lord,
Just help us what You can
To save some seeds of freedom
For the future sons of man.
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