When I arose this morning
I planned to spread a lot of love;
But my plans got sidetracked,
And I missed the message from above.

When, at last, I retired for the day
I prayed before I went to bed,
When I began to execute my prayer, I failed;
Was it a prayer, or a thought from a weary head ?

In my next dream I met a weary traveler
With broken body and troubled soul,
I awoke with a plan to conquer sin;
In my weakness, my plan failed to unfold.

All day I pondered my mistake
Great tears filled my weeping eyes,
The Holy Spirit renewed his message;
And the message came as no surprise.

I knew where my day went wrong,
For it happened many times before,
Then and there I vowed to God
It wouldn't happen anymore.

Again I slept in turmoil, and tossed
In restlessness I cried,
For in my vow to almighty God,
I knew that I had lied.

In this poem there's a warning,
Asleep or awake when you pause to pray,
Search that heart before you speak;
Choose well the word you plan to say.

When you face another morning
Please stop and pray, and before you start,
When you tell God of all your good intentions;
If in your head, be sure they're also in your heart.
 
 

                                              Carl L. Hempen