My Prayer Poem by SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON

I tossed a prayer out into the breeze
There it caught by the rustling of leaves
Then it continued on, To and Fro
And Here and There.

But most rejected the prayer or did not care
Some merely glanced, then turned away.
On and on the breeze would not stay,
Untill it finds a willing ear recive the prayer,

Then I spied a stranger who seem to be at pray
For he had wondred from far- far away
With he's head bowed in shame from grief and shame
I could see he was crying as if in pain.

Then my prayer reached out and touched his heart
Then he recived It's message of hope and cheer
He aroze and quickly, He improved fully, not in part
Turned again, back home away from his shame and sin

Now my prayer lives in the of every one who recives it's
Message of hope and cheer,
For it travels on and on and on