My Little Prayer

When the flowers fold their hands in prayer,
When the grasses bow in obedience
When the birds return to give You thanks
Let me not harden my heart in disobedience and sin;
But with all humility,
Let me submit to your will,
Presenting myself a vessel worthy-
A tarbanacle pure and holy,
A sanctuary tried and true
For in You and by You, I consist
Amen