Oh Lord, I reckon I am not much just by myself.
I failed to do a lot of things I ought to do.
But Lord, when trails are steep and passes high,
Help me to ride it straight the whole way through.
And when in the falling dusk I get the final call,
I do not care how many flowers they send--
Above all else the happiest trail would be
For you to say to me, "Let's ride, my friend."

The Homestead: Cowboy Prayers