The blessings

[shezaad]

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, 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."