Time to Pray

             I got up early one morning and rushed into the day

          I had so much to accomplish that I didn’t take time to pray.

 Problems tumbling 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 black.

          I wondered why God didn’t show me.

          He said, “But you didn’t ask.”

          I tried to come into God’s presence

          I used all the keys at the lock.

          God gently and lovingly chided,

          “My child you didn’t knock.”

          Sometimes I’ve been on the mountain top,

          And pause; before entering the day

          I had so much to accomplish

          That I had to take time to pray.

          The earth is the Lord’s and the fulness thereof

          It speaks of His greatness, it sings of his love,

          Each day at dawning I lift my heart high

          And raise my eyes up to the infinite sky.

R.H. (reprinted from the 1972 Eastridge Devotional Book)