Monday, November 30, 2009

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.

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