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Tuesday, November 06, 2007,8:24 pm

I got up early one morning

And rushed right into the day:

I had so much to accomplish

That I didn’t have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me

And heavier came each task.

“Why doesn’t God help me?”

I wondered.

He answered, “You didn’t ask.”

I wanted to see joy and beauty.

But the day toiled on,

grey and bleak:

I wondered why God didn’t show me.

He said, “But you didn’t seek.”

I tried to come into God’s presence:

I used all my keys at the lock.

God gently and lovingly chided,

“My child, you didn’t knock.”

I woke up early this morning

and paused

before entering the day:

I had so much to accomplish

That I had to take time to

PRAY.