*drool*
Lord, I might seem so little
Sitting up here all alone
Astride the mountain of a horse
You made of muscle, of bone.
But, together we’re a team, Lord
With one goal in mind,
To make it around the cloverleaf
In record breaking time.
Please, keep my horse surefooted,
Let me hang on to my quirt.
Racing around those barrels
With one stirrup in the dirt.
As we make that last runaround
And we quickly race for home.
Win or lose, record or not,
With you we’re never alone.
I thank You for being there,
Keeping my horse and me safe
And Lord, with your divine help,
We will compete in our next race.
