O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow
I've loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it, so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it good
Just let me live as I've begun!
And give me work that's open to the sky
Make me a partner of the wind and sun
And I won't 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 sometime when I turn aside
And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead-
That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.
