I’ve always said my daily prayers
For I thought that I should pray.
And so I learned the routine ones
And Said them every day.
They were the ones that someone else
Had written long ago
So they were never quite my own;
But how was I to know
Just what to say to God that would
Explain to Him my needs
When I had everything I wanted?
I never thought of it as greed
To ask for more and more of life;
For fortune and for great success
With all about me friends to make
And share my happiness.
And so for all the wealth of life-
The kind not stored in banks–
For just the breath I drew each day,
I never thought to offer thanks.
But now it seems That I grew wise
With the coming of each day
And I am substituting “Thanks” for “please”
When it’s time for me to pray.
— Elizabeth Smith