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A Working Horse's Prayer/b>
To thee,
my master, I offer my prayer. Feed
me, water and care for me, and when the day’s work is
done provide me with shelter, a clean dry bed and stall
wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Always
be kind to me. Talk to me.
Your voice often means as much to me as the
reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may
serve you more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when
going up hill. Never strike, beat or
kick me when I do not understand what you want, but give
me a chance to understand you. Watch
me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something
is wrong with my gear or my feet.
Do not
check me so that I can not have the free use of my head.
If you insist that I wear blinders, so that I can
not see behind me as it was intended I should, I pray
you be careful that the blinders stand well out from my
eyes.
Do not
overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me.
Keep me well shod. Examine my
teeth when I do not eat; I may have an ulcerated tooth
and that, you know is very painful.
DDo not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take
away my best defence against flies and mosquitoes by
cutting off my tail or forelock. I
can not tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean,
cool water often.
Save me by all means in your power
from all fatal diseases. I can not
tell you in words when I am sick, so watch me, that by
signs you may know my condition. Give
me all possible shelter from the hot sun, and put a
blanket on me when I am standing in the cold.
Never put a frosty bit in my mouth; first warm it
by holding it a moment in your hands.
I try to
carry you and your burdens without a murmur, and wait
patiently for you long hours of the day and night.span>
Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I
will fall on cement so guide me to such a nature as to
give me safe and sure footing.
Remember that I must be ready at any moment to receive
injury if you’re thoughtless with your commands.
And
finally, O My Master, when my useful strength is gone,
do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to
some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to
death; but do thou, my Master, take my life in the
kindest way. Your GOD will reward you
here and hereafter. You will not
consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him
who was born in a Stable.
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