I Was Warmed By The Sun, Rocked

I Will Protect My People If I Live. For Myself I Do Not Fear For I Have The Word Of Usen. Who Is The White Nantan To Think He Can Pit His Power Against That Of Usen?

I Was Born On The Prairies Where The Wind Blew Free And There Was Nothing To Break The Light Of The Sun. I Was Born Where There Were No Enclosures.

We Had No Churches, No Religious Organizations, No Sabbath Day, No Holidays, And Yet We Worshiped. Sometimes The Whole Tribe Would Assemble To Sing And Pray; Sometimes A Smaller Number, Perhaps Only Two Or Three. The Songs Had A Few Words, But Were Not Formal. The Singer Would Occasionally Put In Such Words As He Wished Instead Of The Usual Tone Sound. Sometimes We Prayed In Silence; Sometimes Each One Prayed Aloud; Sometimes An Aged Person Prayed For All Of Us. At Other Times One Would Rise And Speak To Us Of Our Duties To Each Other And To Usen. Our Services Were Short.

I Was Warmed By The Sun, Rocked By The Winds And Sheltered By The Trees As Other Indian Babes. I Can Go Everywhere With A Good Feeling.

We Are Vanishing From The Earth, Yet I Cannot Think We Are Useless Or Else Usen Would Not Have Created Us. He Created All Tribes Of Men And Certainly Had A Righteous Purpose In Creating Each.