The Bow Hunters Prayer
Lord, grant me just one more day
to watch the birds and squirrels play
To feel the sunshine on my face
To be alone in open space
To feel the string upon my hand
To see the gobblers strut tails fanned
To watch the rain beads on my bow
To find a deer trail in the snow
To sit and marvel at your world
To hear your plans for me unfurled
For I'm not out there to seek man's fame
Or to somehow boast upon my name.
I am out here for the love of you
And the simple wonders that you do.
For a tired old hunter like myself
Who doesn't dream of power of wealth
Who humbly asks on bended knee
For a whitetail buck to pass my tree
And for some wisdom from above
To show lost sinners of your love
So that they too can come to see
All the gifts you've given me
And when the bow is drawn back last
And my final arrow is cast
Let your warmth and mercy be shown
To thy bow hunting servant at your throne.
Author Unknown by me.
Topic: Bowhunter Prayer (Read 1514 times)
