Our gracious and Heavenly Father,
We pause in the midst of this festive occasion,
mindful and thoughtful of the guidance that You
have given us.
As cowboys, Lord, we don't ask for any special favors.
We ask only that you will let us compete in this
arena as in life's arena.
We don't ask that we never break a barrier, draw
a steer that won't lay, draw around a chute-fighting
horse or a bull that is impossible to ride.
Help us compete in life as honest as the horse we
ride and in a manner as clean and pure as the wind
that blows across this western country.
So, when we make that last ride, that we know is
inevitable, to the country up there — where the grass
is green and lush and stirrup high and the water runs
crystal clear and deep, You will tell us, as we enter
that Arena, our entry fees are paid.
We ask these things in Christ's name.