Dear Heavenly Father, as we wait patienty at the camp, may we take a quiet moment to thank you for this great sport. Knowing we are not much on our own, our numbers called and we enter the camp. As we yell righto, gate please: we hand the reins over to you. We as Drafters do not ask for anything special, we do not ask to run a full-course, we do not ask for all odd runs and never to draw number one or a beast that will not bned or knock up. We do ask Lord that you ride with us; may our horses never buck or stumble or our bates never breaks. Lord, we pray that you help us to live our lives here as Campdrafters, in such a way that when we go through heavens gates our fees are paid. Lord, when we take that final ride to Heaven where the grass is always green and the creek runs cool where you have prepared a place for us. That you will take us by the hand, Lord and say

"Welcome Home, you've run your course and your noms are paid in full."

Amen.