~ I ain't much good at prayin', and you may not know me. Lord I ain't much seen in churches where they preach Thy Holy Word. But You may have observed me out here on the lonely plains. A lookin' after cattle, feelin' thankful when it rains. Aware of Thy kind spirit in the way it comes to pass. That hired men on horseback and the livestock that we tend can look up at the stars at night and know we've got a Friend. ~

~ So here's ol'Christmas comin' on, remindin us again Of Him whose coming brought good will into the hearts of men. A cowboy ain't no preacher Lord, but if You'll hear my prayer, I'll ask as good as we have got for all men everywhere. Don't let no hearts be bitter Lord, don't let no child be cold. Make easy beds for them that's sick, and them that's weak and old. Let kindness bless the trail we ride, not matter what we're after. And sorta keep us on Your side, in tears and well as laughter. ~

~ I've seen old cows a-starvin', and it ain't no happy sight. Please don't leave no one hungry Lord, on Thy good Christmas night. No man, no child, no woman, and no critter on four feet. I aim to to do my best to help You find 'em chuck to eat. ~

~ I'm just a sinful cowpoke, Lord- ain't got no buisiness prayin'- but still I hope You'll ketch a word or two of what I'm sayin'. We speak of Merry Christmas, Lord- I reckon You'll agree. There ain't no Merry Christmas for nobody that ain't free. So one more thing I'll ask You Lord, just help us what You can. To save some seeds of freedom for the future sons of man! ~