After reading Luke 18:9-14 it reminded me of this poem. I thought it might bless someone else.
Kayla
The Fool's Prayer
THE royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'T is not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'T is by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask.
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!"
Edward Rowlard Sill
http://www.poetry-archive.com/
More preparations. Daddy cut down the tree in our backyard in order to make room for a shed for me to move into so Audra has a place in the house not in our parent's room. So since I am not going to be "in the house" anymore, Daddy got me a dog. Yes, me, the self-professed dog disliker. Maybe I don't dislike them as much as I thought:). Daddy and I went to the animal shelter today and got my puppy. His name is now Gyp, like from James Herriot, because he has a floppy ear and has not barked (yet). He is mellow, and he doesn't lick, so he is exactly what I wanted. But now I have to go see what kind of mess he has made....
