Lord, when you look down and view your earth, <br />Does seeing it, bring you tears or mirth. <br />Do you always guide us from our birth, <br />Are our lives to you, of any worth. <br /> <br />Lord, when you look down and see your flock, <br />Have we built values on sand or rock. <br />Are we always kind or do we mock, <br />Will your door be opened when we knock. <br /> <br />Lord, when you look down from your abode, <br />Will you find us, and your arms enfold. <br />Whether we're still young or whether old, <br />Finding in your peace our pot of gold. <br /> <br />Lord, when you look down, bless us each day, <br />In our daily tasks and in our play. <br />As we try hard not to go astray, <br />To follow your rules and to obey. <br /> <br />Lord, when you look down with your clear eyes, <br />Do you see violence, evil, lies, <br />Or goodness, when each human complies, <br />So that we'll be with you as life dies. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-pot-of-gold/
