Cowboy's living on the range, riding and racing daylight
and dusk.
Herding their cattle, riding horses like they're a part -
an extension of themselves.
Filled with peace, watching a sunrise or sunset from
their saddles.
Knowing there could never be another place or time better
than where they're sitting right now.
Lovers of nature and beauty residing always within them,
as riding into desert horizons, cowboy's thank God for
living lives of holiness.
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