Bless My Puter


Every evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little prayer
Keeps running through my head.

God bless my mom and dad
And bless my little pup.
And look out for my sister
When things aren't looking up.

And God, there's one more thing
I wish that you could do.
Hope you don't mind me asking
But please bless my 'puter too?

Now I know that's not normal
To bless a small machine.
But just listen a second
and I'll try to explain...

You see, that little metal box
Holds more to me than odds and ends.
Inside those small components
Rest a hundred of my 'BEST FRIENDS'

Some it's true I've never seen
and most I've never met...
never shaken hands or
ever truly hugged, and yet...

I know for sure they like me
By the kindness that they give.
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I get to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as I know You.
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew.

So please take an extra minute
From your duties up above...
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!

 

 

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