[Recitation:] 
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 a head 
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.