Prayer               

 

                I knelt to pray when day was done

                And prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone,

 

                Lift from each saddened heart the pain

                And let the sick be well again."

 

                And then I woke another day

                And carelessly went on my way,

 

                The whole day long I did not try

                To wipe a tear from any eye.

 

                I did not try to share the load

                Of any brother on the road.

     

                I did not even go to see

                The sick man just next door to me.

 

                Yet once again when day was done

                I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone."

 

                But as I prayed, into my ear

                There came a voice that whispered clear,

 

                "Pause now, my son, before you pray.

                Whom have you tried to bless today?

     

                Gods sweetest blessing always go

                By hands that serve him here below."

 

                And then I hid my face and cried,

                "Forgive me, God, I have not tried,

 

                But let me live another day

                And I will live the way I pray."