"Hands of Heaven on Earth"

We've been going through some random bins in our garage lately, and tonight I found this poem. Although I can't remember when or where it came from, I really liked it and thought I'd share:

I knelt to pray when day was done

And prayed, "Oh Lord, bless everyone;

Lift from each saddened heart the pain

And let the sick be well again."

And then I woke another day

And carelessly went on my way;

The whole day long, I did not try

To wipe a tear from any eye.

I did not try to share the load

Of any brother on the road;

I did not even go to see

The sick man next door to me.

Yet once again when day was done

I prayed, "Oh Lord, bless everyone."

But as I prayed, into my ear

There came a voice that whispered clear:

"Pause now, my son, before you pray;

Whom have you tried to bless today?

God's sweetest blessings always go

By Hands that serve Him here below."

And then I hid my face and cried

"Forgive me, God, I have not tried.

Let me but live another day.

And I will live the way I pray."