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ecitation:] Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I loved
creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others
find you in the light That sifted down through tinted window
panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim, quiet
starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so
well That you've made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave
to whistle, clock or bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller
Street Just let me live my life 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 or high Let me be easy on the man
that's down Let me be square and generous with all I'm careless
sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But never let them say I'm
mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains And honest
as the horse between my knees Clean as a wind that blows behind
the rains Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze Forgive
me, Lord, if sometimes I forget You know about the reasons that
are hid You understand the things that gall or fret Well, you
knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on all that's
done or said And right me

sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that long, dim trail
ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and
mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying
bed at the close of day

Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed
to his dying prayer In a shallow grave just six by three We
buried him there on the lone prairie.
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