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 just next door to me.

Yet once again when day was done,
I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone."
But as I prayed into my ear,
There came a voice that whispered clear.

"Pause now, my child before you pray,
Whom have you tried to bless today?
Gods sweetest blessing always go,
By hands that serve him here below."