Our dear Father in Heaven, I’m praying to Thee,
And a favor I’m asking that’s selfish of me;
Still, I never have asked for the riches of life,
Or the thousand small trifles so dear to a wife;
I have tried not to trouble about little things,
But looked toward the comfort which love for Thee brings.
When Thou took the boys’ father some twelve years ago,
‘Twas the Grace of Thee only that kept us, and so
I shall carry on, trying, whatever ensue–
But: please keep the stars in my front window blue!
Revised 10-11-43
Our dear Father in Heaven, I’m praying to Thee,
Saying “Thank You” for something– it’s selfish of me;
Still, I never have asked for the riches of life,
Or the thousand small trifles so dear to a wife;
I have tried not to trouble about little things,
But looked toward the comfort which love for Thee brings.
When Thou took the boy’s father some twelve years agao,
‘Twas the Grace of Thee only that kep us, and so
This Thanksgiving, O God, I can thank Thee anoew
For keeping the stars in my front window… blue!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 17, 1942
