Live Like You Pray

I knelt to pray when the day was done, and prayed “O Lord, bless everyone. Lift from each saddened heart the pain and let the sick be made well again.”

And when I woke the next day and carelessly went on my way, the whole day long I did not try to wipe a tear from a single eye. I did not try to share the load of any brother along my road. I did not even go to see the sick man just next door to me.

Yet once more, when the day was done, I prayed, “O Lord, bless everyone!” But as I prayed, into my ear came a voice that whispered, “Pause hypocrite, before you pray, whom have YOU tried to bless today?” God’s sweetest blessings also go by hands that serve Him here below.” Then I hid my face and cried, “Forgive me Lord, for I have lied. Let me live another day and I will live the way I pray.”

Taken  from the 9-20-1970 bulletin