Prayer - a poem

You may wish to look away now if you are expecting to hear me preach on Sunday morning.

Luke 11:9

The Difference

Author unknown

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, gray 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.

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