[Recitation:] 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 find you in
the light That 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'm placed so well That you've made my freedom so
complete That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak eyed
prisoner of Waller Street Just 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 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 them say I'm mean or
small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest as the 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 You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things
that gall or fret Well, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep
an eye on all that's done or said And right me
sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of
day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his
dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We buried him there on
the lone prairie.
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