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 a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort and
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 the more gladly and learn to love you. Do not jerk the
reins, and do not whip me when going uphill.
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 not wrong with my
harness or feet.
Do not check me so that I cannot have the free use of my head. If you insist
that I
wear blinders so that I cannot 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.
Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense
against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail.
I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often.
Save me, by all means in your power, from that fatal disease -- the glanders.
I cannot 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, not
when I am working but 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 or night. Without the power to choose my shoes
or path, I sometimes fall on the hard pavements which I have often prayed
might not be of wood but of such nature as to give me a safe and sure footing.
Remember that I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your
service. 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, 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.
Author Unknown
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