A prayer poem

Oh Lord, I don’t know what to say But then, maybe, that’s the best way That I should listen and be still I have a feeling that’s Your will

Yet that doesn’t easily come For I seem to be on the run Rushing around from here to there I don’t have a minute to spare

Oh Lord, help me to set my sight Upon Your ways, to do what’s right Help me not to err, go astray But draw me to You, help me pray

And to give You the praise that’s due This is my worship, Lord, of You As I think on all that You’ve done Sending Jesus Your only Son