Writer's Prayer

Hours and days go fleeting by

With outstretched hands, to God, I pray

That time grants me many-a-day

To nurture souls along the way.

No need for treasures like silver or gold

For comforting words can heal the soul

With life's miseries gone, challenges at bay

Allows my thoughts to humbly say...

    Jesus is Lord, keep me whole

To help break the cycle of pain and toil

With grace of heart and words of care

Let my words lift others from fear.

                      bjd