The Horses Prayer
Feed me, water and care for me,
and when the day's work is done,
provide me with a shelter,
a pasture large enough for me
to run, romp and play.
Talk to me, your voice often means
as much to me as the reins.
Pet me sometime that I may serve you
more gladly and learn to love you.
Never strike, beat, or kick me when I don't understand what you
but give me a chance to understand you.
And finally oh
master, when my
youthful strength is gone, do
turn me out to starve or freeze,
or sell me to some cruel owner
to be slowly tortured or stoned to death, but do thou, my master,
take my life in the kindest way,
your God will reward you here
You will not consider me irreverent
if I ask this in the name of Him
who was born in a stable...