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A Poem on Prayer

I got up one morning
   and rushed right into the day.
I had so much to accomplish
   that I dodn't have time to pray.

Problems tumbled about me
   and harder came each task.
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
   He answered, "You didn't ask."

I wanted joy and beauty,
   but the day was gray and bleak,
I wondered why God didn't show me,
   He said, "You didn't seek."

I tried to come into God presence;
   I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly said,
   "My child, you didn't knock."

I woke up early this morning,
   and paused before starting the day.
I had so much to accomplish
   that I had to take time to pray.

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