Simple Mans Simple Prayer

I love this canyon country

Love the sacred in the land

Watching a new calf learn to stand

The acrid smell of burning brands

Soft feel of leather in my hands

And I am nothing - just a man

But Lord, I love this land

I love standing on a rimrock

With an updraft in my face

As I thank God for this time

And I thank Him for this place

And I think that there is nothing

Like an eagle on the wing

The promise of early spring

The best horse in the string

 I know I’m just a simple man

But Lord, I love this land

I love sitting on the front porch

When the thunder rolls to town

Lightning flashing all around

And the rain comes pouring down

Broken canyons, broken hills -

Broken people.. God, and still

I know I’m nothing - just a man

But Lord, I love this land

I love to see Old Glory

Snapping proudly on the breeze

And that lady in the harbor

That calls across the seas

Saying “Come, share in our bounty

In our fields of fruit and grain

In the grassy covered plains

And the crimson colored stain

that flowed so every man could be free

even me

and I’m humbled.. I’m just a man

But God, I love this land