Some men will get down upon their knees,
And say whatever their mind might please,
While other men will sit upon their chair,
While looking and thinking to say a prayer.
Some men will wait and go to church,
Then their soul for salvation they will search,
While others will wait upon the sabbath day,
And then they will remember and then they will pray.
Some men will lie down upon their bed,
They close their eyes and then empty their head,
Then past their ceiling to the heavens they will stare,
Then with a deep breath to GOD, they will say a prayer.
Some men with only one tear in their eye,
Not knowing that tomorrow that they will die,
Then inside a coffin their body will then lay,
Sad for them that they had forgotten how to pray.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem