Excerpt from “A Cowboy’s Prayer” ~ Badger Clark “I know that others find You in the light That’s 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 am placed so well, That You have made my freedom so complete; That I’m no slave of whistle, clock or bell, Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street. Just let me live my life as I’ve begun And give me work that’s open to the sky; Make me a pardner 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 ‘em say I’m mean or small!”
I could say that I’ve been waiting for this – this lifestyle, this never-ending road trip, this place in my life – for five years. The truth is, I’ve been waiting to take this journey my entire life. Freedom Run (as Mister and I have named it) is, in fact, my ultimate act of rebellion – certainly not against my parents, but against expectation.
