Billye Phillips Beck
Working Man's Prayer
Dear Lord, excuse my cowboy boots, my Wranglers and my cap.
I'm praying on my way to work, for I'm a working chap
I didn't go to college, I'm just a common man.
You ,too, were a carpenter, Lord, so I know you understand.
My hands are calloused, my voice is loud, my clothes are not first rate.
Will you be checking labels, Lord, when I enter Heaven's gate?
My truck is old and people laugh, from their shiny cars and vans.
Did they often laugh at you, Dear Lord, as you walked throughou