Robert Allen Wheat, 37 of Mt. Pleasant, Arkansas passed away July 17, 2018. He was born in Jonesboro, Arkansas to Rick Wheat and Claudia Jean Howell Whitman. He was of the Baptist faith and attended the Pleasant Plains Cowboy Church. He was a member of the Arkansas Cowboy Association. He was a born again christian and he loved his God, he loved his family, but he lived everyday like a cowboy. He was preceded in death by grand parents James and Eunice Wheat, Robert and Imogene Howell and step father Steve Whitman. He is survived by his fiance Janice Yates, one son Lucas W. Yates, one daughter Kassidy Rose Yates, mother, Claudia Whitman, father,Rick and Shana Wheat, brother James H and Kensey and Brooks Wheat. Drew Brent, Zachary Yates , Makayla Yates, uncles, aunts and cousins. Funeral services begin at 10:00 a.m.Saturday July 21, 2018 at Willis Funeral Service, Internment will follow the service at Conyers Cemetery on Circle W Ranch, County Road 88 Izard County, Arkansas. Willis Funeral Service of Batesville in charge of the arrangements. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to Justin Cowboys Crisis Fund,c/o Julie Jutten, 101 Pro Rodeo Drive, Colorado Springs, CO 80919. Phone 1-719-528-4792.A Cowboy's Prayer Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow. I love creation better as it stood That day You finished it so long ago And looked upon Your work and called it good. I know that others find You in the light That's sifted down through tinted window panes, And yet I seem to feel You near tonight In this din, quiet starlight on the plains. I thank You, Lord that I am placed so well, That You have made my freedom so complete; That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell, Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street. Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a pardner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft or high. Let me be easy on the man that's down; Let me be square and generous with all. I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, But never let 'em say I'm mean or small! Make me as big and open as the plains, As honest as the hoss between my knees, Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze! Forgive me, Lord if sometimes I forget. You know about the reasons that are hid. You understand the things that gall and fret; You know me better than my mother did. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside, And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead That stretches upward toward the Great Divide. The poem is by Badger Clark