"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 cslled it good.

Just let me live my life as i've begun
And give me work thats open to the sky;
make me a partner to the wind and sky
And i wont ask a life that's soft and high

Make me as big and open as the plains
As honest as the horse between my knees
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze.

Just keep an eye on all that's done and said
Just right me when I turn aside
and guide me on the long dim trail ahead
That stretches upward to the Great Divide."