Lord, I might seem so little sitting up here all alone.
Astride this mountain of horse, you made of muscle, heart and bone.
But together we’re a team Lord, with only one goal in mind.
To make it around the cloverleaf in record breaking time.
Please keep my horse surefooted, let me hang onto my quirt.
Racing around those barrels with one stirrup in the dirt.
As we make that last turn around and quickly race for home,
Win or lose, record or not, with you we’re never alone.
I thank you for being there keeping my horse and me safe.
And Lord with your divine help we’ll compete in our next race.