Book of Prayers Book of Prayers

I dreamed a dream

That I was dead

And had a book

Of prayers I’d said.

I opened it

To the first page

And saw my prayers

From every age.

There were some there,

Some long, some weak,

Of every type,

Happy and bleak.

But the prayer

That caught my eye,

Was simply sweet,

And made me cry.

“Dear God,” it said,

“Please help those now

that need thy strength

but don’t know how.

“Raise them, guide them,

help them succeed.

Give them all

That they may need.”

Let’s not forget

And keep in mind

Those not as fast

Who fall behind.