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The Horse's Prayer Feed me, water and care
for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with a shelter, a clean dry stall large enough for me to lie down in comfort. Talk to me, your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet
me sometime that I may serve you more gladly
and learn to love you. Shoe me properly
that I may serve you in comfort. Never strike,
beat or kick me when I don't understand what you
want, but give me a chance to understand you. when my youthful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured or stoned to death, take
my life in the kindest way, and 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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