My Prayers

Sometimes you just need a way to express what is travelling through the balckness of your mind. Instead we often keep locked inside all these things that usuallu only come out as groans and sighs that the Holy Spirit must interpret for us in prayer.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Vespers - by A.A. Milne


Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy, I know that's right
Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold's so cold and the hot's so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy - i quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny's dressing gown on the door.
It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood
Oh, God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood, and lie in bed,
And I pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

Oh! Thank You God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said "Bless Daddy" so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember. God Bless ME!

Little boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on little hands little gold head.
hush! hush! whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

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