I'm only a horse, dear Master, but my heart is
warm and true.  I'm ready to work my hardest,
 for the pleasure of pleasing you. Good corn, hay and
water,  are all that I wish to ask.  And a warm
dry bed to rest on, when I've finished
my daily task. Don't strike me in needless
anger, if I'm slow
 to understand, but encourage my drooping
spirits with a gentle voice and a gentle hand.
Finally, O my master! When my health and strength
are gone - When I'm getting old and feeble,
 and my long life's work is done - Don't sell me to cruel or
strange owners, to be slaved to my last breath, But grant me
the untold blessing
of a quick and painless death;  That, as you have
always found me a patient and loyal friend, The
years of my faithful service may be crowned by a
peaceful end.  I plead in the name of the Savior, Who
knows when a
sparrow falls and numbers the hairs upon
your head. Who was born in a
lowly stable,
and knows and loves us all! 

Amen
 

Author Unknown