A Cowboy’s Prayer
- Geoffrey Clarfield
- Apr 29
- 1 min read
Words and Music © 2025 by Geoffrey Clarfield. Written at Sugar Loaf Mountain, NC, on March 26, 2025.
A Cowboy’s Prayer
Oh Lord please lend me your ear
Hear of a cowboy’s fear
You may think my prayer is deranged
You may think I’m quite insane
Protect the roundup here this year
And don’t forget my favorite steer
Have mercy upon new life
Defend us from grief and strife
Oh Lord my herd behold
For my family, a sack of gold
I ask for ten cents a pound
The price it cannot go down
Look kindly upon my kin
It’s your land we wander in
Punish the wicked and the cheat
And this we bless the food we eat
It's you who created all
Don’t let fires rise and fall
Have mercy on the newborn calf
Guide us with your staff
From December through to March
We ride through deserts parched
Send us a cloud to lead the way
That’s the last word I have to say
Oh Lord please lend me your ear
Hear of a cowboy’s fear
You may think my prayer deranged
You may think I’m quite insane
Extra verse, not used:
Protect us from sleet and snow
May our herds forever grow
And from disaster shield
We are your lilies of the field