The Other Thing I Do

 

You might think I just bring the mail

But there’s another thing I do,

Sometimes when I am passing by

I say a prayer for you…

 

I see you there, all alone

And sometimes looking sad

I pray you’ll find your smile again--

Things really aren’t so bad.

 

And when your son went off to war

I doubled up the prayers

One for him and one for you

Though you were unaware…

 

When the sign said “It’s a boy!”

I asked the Lord to keep--

The mommy strong, all night long

And help her get some sleep…

 

Then the cards began to come

The oncologist bills came too-

When cancer now defined your world

I sent up prayers for you!

 

When your child began to bloom

From awkward to delight…

And I thanked the Lord for caring Dads

You really did things right!

 

So, you might think I just bring the mail

But there’s another thing I do

Sometimes when I am passing by--

I say a prayer for you!

 

For Misty,

Who taught me I really could love

The people that I serve…

 

Sharon Frye

©2011