A Little Prayer by Robert Service (16th January, 1874 – 11th September, 1958)
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things–
The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,
Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;
Bronze wheat a–shimmer, purple shade of trees–
Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these!
Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights;–
The blue smoke curling from a fire of peat;
Keen stars a–frolicking on frosty nights,
Prismatic pigeons strutting in a street;
Daisies dew–diamonded in smiling sward–
For simple sights let us be praiseful, Lord!
Let us be grateful, God, for health serene,
The hope to do a kindly deed each day;
The faith of fellowship, a conscience clean,
The will to worship and the gift to pray;
For all of worth in us, of You a part,
Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart.