The Man Who “Prayed About It”

 

The Man Who “Prayed About It”

 

Anything of worth – “he prayed about it” …

The stranger that I talked to now and then;

It was always at an unexpected moment

That I’d see him and we’d stop to chat again.

 

He always smiled, as if he’d found the secret to peace

To peace within himself . . .  and heart’s content

He’d say of some new thought – “I’ll pray about it”

And that was just exactly what he meant –

 

He must’ve gone away – I never see him,

But I’ll always have a special memory

Of the pleasant little man who “prayed about it”

And left a bit of extra faith with me.

 

The years have passed – yet I still “pray about it”

However large or small the matter seems

Somehow it just works out a little better

When you “pray about it” new tasks or special dreams.

 

Cause life’s not apt to be too much to handle

No worthwhile thing’s impossible to do

And there’s no need or hope so complicated

So difficult that faith can’t see it through . . .

 

So, whatever I’m impatient or uncertain . . .

When the course seems long and I begin to doubt it,

I recall the cheerful stranger’s special courage

Then I find a quiet place . . .  and pray about it.”

 

D. A. Marcum