<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listen, Lord: A Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lord, we come this morning<br>Knee-bowed and body-bent<br>Before Thy throne of grace.<br>O Lord--this morning--<br>Bow our hearts beneath our knees,<br>And our knees in some lonesome valley.<br>We come this morning--<br>Like empty pitchers to a full fountain,<br>With no merits of our own.<br>O Lord--open up a window of heaven,<br>And lean out far over the battlements of glory,<br>And listen this morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, have mercy on proud and dying sinners--<br>Sinners hanging over the mouth of hell,<br>Who seem to love their distance well.<br>Lord--ride by this morning--<br>Mount Your milk-white horse,<br>And ride-a this morning--<br>And in Your ride, ride by old hell,<br>Ride by the dingy gates of hell,<br>And stop poor sinners in their headlong plunge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, O Lord, this man of God,<br>Who breaks the bread of life this morning--<br>Shadow him in the hollow of Thy hand,<br>And keep him out of the gunshot of the devil.<br>Take him, Lord--this morning--<br>Wash him with hyssop inside and out,<br>Hang him up and drain him dry of sin.<br>Pin his ear to the wisdom-post,<br>And make his words sledge hammers of truth--<br>Beating on the iron heart of sin.<br>Lord God, this morning--<br>Put his eye to the telescope of eternity,<br>And let him look upon the paper walls of time.<br>Lord, turpentine his imagination,<br>Put perpetual motion in his arms,<br>Fill him full of the dynamite of Thy power,<br>Anoint him all over with the oil of Thy salvation,<br>And set his tongue on fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, O Lord--<br>When I've done drunk my last cup of sorrow--<br>When I've been called everything but a child of God--<br>When I'm done traveling up the rough side of the mountain--<br>O--Mary's Baby--<br>When I start down the steep and slippery steps of death--<br>When this old world begins to rock beneath my feet--<br>Lower me to my dusty grave in peace<br>To wait for that great gittin'-up morning--Amen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416448" data-title="Listen, Lord: A Prayer de James Weldon Johnson" data-description="O Lord, we come this morning Knee-bowed and body-bent Before Thy throne of grace. O Lord--this morning-- Bow our hearts beneath our knees, And our knees in some lonesome valley. We come this morning-- Like empty pitchers to a full fountain, With n..."></div> </div> </div>

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