Prayer Rock
I am a little prayer rock |
This is what I do. |
You put me on your pillow, |
Until the day is through. |
Then turn back the cover |
And climb into your bed, |
And whack your little prayer rock |
Will hit you on the head. |
Then you will remember |
To jump up and say your prayers. |
Then dump me out onto the floor, |
Till morning I'll stay there, |
Then you'll get up next morning, "Clunk!" |
You'll stub your toe. |
So you will recall my friend |
To say your morning prayers, you know. |
Put me back onto your pillow |
When your bed is made, |
And your clever little prayer rock |
Will continue as your aid. |
Because your Heavenly Father is sad, |
When he doesn't hear from you. |
I'll help you to remember |
Because I love Him too. |