Who Prays For Who?

I went to church this morning,
I heard the organ play,
I bowed my head, as the preacher said,
And listened to him pray.

When he finished up his sermon,
I felt a little blue,
For he had posed this question:
"Who's there to pray for you?"

That opened up my thinking,
It made me search my mind,
I wondered who'd speak up for me,
Just who would take the time.

I haven't many relatives,
My friends are very few,
The question still preys on my mind,
"Who's there to pray for you?"

Now for myself, I pray a lot,
I seek answers from above,
I ask God for the things I need,
I ask Him for His love.

My prayers are filled with "I, my, me's,"
They overflow with self,
I wonder if the time has come,
To place "poor me" up on the shelf.

Perhaps before I question,
"Who'll pray for me?" anew,
It's better that I ask myself,
"Just who should pray who?"

For how dare I ask another,
To bow his head for me,
If I don't go to God for him,
And get down upon my knee?

Virginia Ellis Copyright^© 2000