I got up early in the morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn't have time to pray
Problems just tumbled about me
and heavier came each task
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early in the morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
but I had to take time to pray.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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You're a really good poet !
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