Just in case you couldn't read it it says
Oh lord i've never lived where churches grow I love creation as it stood . The 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's sifted through tinted window panes , and yet i seem to feel you near tonight . In the dim quit starlight on the plains . I thank you lord , that i am placed so well That you have made my freedom so complete That of a whistle , clock or bell . Nor weak eyes prisoner of wall and street just let me live my life as i've begun , and give me a pardner of the wind and sun . And i won't ask for 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 , as honest as the hawse between my knees clean as the wind that blows behind the reins , free as a 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 and fret . You know me better than my mother did just keep an eye on all that's done and said , and right me sometimes when i turn aside . Guide me on the long dim trail ahead , that stretches upward toward the great divide .
