Barrel Racers Prayer Lord, I might seem so little Sitting up here all alone Astride the moutain 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 horme. Win or lose, record or not, With You we're never alone. I thank You for being there, Keeping my horse and my safe And Lord, With Your Divine help, We will compete in our next race.