Blessings
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."
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