A PRAYER IN BED
Dear Lord, one day I shall lie thus and pray Stretched out upon my bed, Within few days or hours Of being dead. And I shall seek Then for the words to speak, And scarce shall find them, Being very weak. There shall be hardly strength To say the words if they be found, at length. Take, then, my now clear prayer Make it apply when shadowy words shall flee; When the body, busy and dying, May eclipse the soul. I pray Thee now, while pray I can, Then look, in mercy look, Upon my weakness — look and heed When there can be no prayer Except my need! Sam Shoemaker, from I Stand By the Door, by Helen Shoemaker.
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