A Knitter's Prayer

While visiting my aunt recently, she gave me A Knitter's Prayer, something she had cross-stitched years ago. I thought I would share it with you, it seem like something Laura or Mary would have made.

A knitters Prayer

I pray when risen from the dead

I may in glory stand;

Perhaps a crown upon my head,

But four needles in my hand.

I never learned to sing or play

So let no harp be mine

From childhood to my dying day,

Plain knittings been my line.

And so as close the trumpets call,

I have not fame or riches;

But sweet contents knit in my soul

A million happy stitches.

by a-chan