SORRY, Bailey but I had to steal this one from you.

Lord, I might seem so little sitting up here all alone astride the mountain 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 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 turn around and we quickly race for home. Win or loose, 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 will compete in our next race.