Roughneck Prayer

Roughneck Prayer

The roughneck stood and faced his God, Which we all must come to do.

He hoped his boots weren’t too dirty to get his pass on through.

Step forward now roughneck, How shall I deal with you?

To my church have U been true?

The roughneck squared his shoulders and said “No Lord, I guess I ain’t

, because those of us who wear a hardhat can’t always be a saint.”

I’ve worked most Sundays, and at times my walk was rough,

and sometimes I’ve been violent because the rigs are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny that wasn’t mine to keep….

Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.

And God forgive me, I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place among the people here.

They never wanted me around I usually caused fear.

If you’ve a place for me here Lord, it needn’t be grand.

I never expected or had too much, but if U don’t I’ll understand.

There was silence all around the throne where the saints often trod.

As the roughneck waited for the judgement of his God.

“Step forward now roughneck, you’ve borne your burdens well.

Come work a hitch on Heaven’s street, You’ve done your time in hell”

Written by Ben Bales

Dedicated to Nathan LePage (RIP) – November 15, 1980 – February 1, 2013 – Submitted by Heather Cook