A Little Prayer

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things -

The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;

Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,

Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;

Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees -

Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these!

Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights; -

The blue smoke curling from a fire of peat;

Keen stars a-frolicking on frosty nights,

Prismatic pigeons strutting in a street;

Daisies dew-diamonded in smiling sward -

For simple sights let us be praiseful, Lord!

Let us be grateful, God, for health serene,

The hope to do a kindly deed each day;

The faith of fellowship, a conscience clean,

The will to worship and the gift to pray;

For all of worth in us, of You a part,

Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart.