"A Cowboy's Prayer" (Excerpt) by Badger Clark
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 the 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.
0:01 "A Cowboy's Prayer" by Badger Clark. O 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 the 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.
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