Saturday, 11 October 2008

God.Com

One of my lovely artist friends emailed this to me. It captures perfectly how I feel about the special friends I have made here.
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TO: God.com
Dear Lord,
Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:
God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.
And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer, too.
Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.
You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.
I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.
By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you.
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.
Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.
Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits 'send'.
When you update your Heavenly list
On your own Great CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to GOD.com
Amen


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You have all touched my heart.

Lots of love

Debbie

6 comments:

Anji said...

I haven't seen that before. How true it is. I've often said that people who don't blog just can't understand the depth of the friendships we make.
Bless you.

alan said...

I don't know if you've ever seen an old movie favorite of mine, "White Christmas". In it there's an Irving Berlin song called "Counting Your Blessings" that I think of very often...

and I count you every time!

alan

Lori D said...

Touching.

Micky J said...

Lovely poem Debbie :)

Lucie G said...

Sweet. Thanks for taking the time to post.

Anji said...

Just popping by to see how you are. I hope you are not blogging because you're in the middle of painting or some other great project, so you're too busy.

XX