"BROTHERHOOD OF MAN"
One time a cowboy stopped to pray when sunset skies were red: "But ridin' after cattle out here in this western land, I ain't seen on Sunday's in those churches there in town, I see your holy handiwork in flower, tree and grass, Yet nature ain't the whole of it. At night when stars swing low, in honor of a Holy Child whose birth turned out to be He came to bring peace to the hearts of all men of good will, my heart lifts up in gratitude. Although my words are weak I ask no special favors, Lord, that's meant for me alone, Don't let men's hearts be bitter, Lord, just do the best you can |