Hank Snow Horses Prayer Lyrics

Horses Prayer Lyrics

To thee, my master, I offer my prayer. Feed me, water and care for me, and when
the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and stall
wide enough for me to lie down in comfort. 



Always be kind to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me
sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you. Do not
jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike, beat, or
kick me when I do not understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your
bidding, see if something is not wrong with my harness or feet. 



Do not check me so that I cannot have free use of my head. If you insist that I
wear blinders, so that I cannot see behind me as it was intended I should, I
pray you be careful that the blinders stand well out of my eyes. Do not
overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me. 



Keep me well shod. Examine my teeth when I do not eat, I may have an ulcerated
tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural
position, or take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting
off my tail. 



I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save
me, by all means in your power from that fatal disease - the glanders. I cannot
tell you in words when I am sick, so watch me, that by signs you may know my
condition. Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun, and put a blanket on
me, not when I am working, but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a
frosty bit in my mouth, first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands. 



I try to carry you and your burden without a murmur, and wait patiently for you
long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I
sometimes fall on hard pavement which I have often prayed might not be of wood
but of such a nature as to give me safe and sure footing. Remember that I must
be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service. 



And finally, OH MY MASTER, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out
to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner, to be slowly tortured and
starved to death, but do thou, My Master, take my life in the kindest way, and
your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me
irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.

AMEN