[from Tina Gunther, via Barbara Sheele on REHU]
Every night I lie in bed
This little prayer inside my head.
God bless mom and dad and the children too,
And God there's just one more thing I wish you would do--
If you don't mind my asking, just bless my 'puter, too?
Now I know that it's not normal to bless a small machine
But listen just a second and I'll try to explain.
You see, that little metal box holds more than odds and ends:
Inside those small components rests a hundred loving friends.
Some it's true I've never seen and most I've never met.
We've never shaken hands or ever truly hugged, and yet,
I know for sure they love me by the kindnesses 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.
A share of life brings them close to me so if it's OK with You . .
Just take an extra minute from Your duties up above
To bless this little hunk of steel that's filled with so much love.