Don Edwards - A Cowboy's Prayer/Dim Narrow Trail lyrics

Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved 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 see you in the light That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet somehow I feel you're near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I am placed so well You've made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave of whistle, clock nor bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street Let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I'll never ask for a life that's soft or high Just let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be square and generous with all I'm careless, Lord, sometimes when I'm in town But never say that I'm mean or small Make me as big and as open as the plains As honest as this horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget Why you understand the reasons that are hid You know the things that gall and fret You know me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all that's done or said And right me sometimes, Lord, when I turn aside Guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretches upward toward the great divide Last night as I laid on the prairie And gazed at the stars in the sky I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to that sweet by and by The road to that bright mystic region Is a dim narrow trail so they say While the one that leads down to prediction Is posted and blazed all the way They say there will be a grand roundup Where cowboys and other will stand To be marked by the riders of judgement Who are posted and know all the brands They say he will never forget you That he knows every action and look For safety you'd better get branded Get your name in the great Tally Book I wondered if ever a cowboy Prepared for that great judgement day Could say to the boss of the riders I'm ready come drive me away My wish for all cowboys is this That we'll meet at that grand final sail And be cut out by the riders of judgement And shoved up that dim narrow trail Roll on, roll on, roll on little dogies roll on