I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish that
I didn't have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
Why doesn't God help me? I wondered.
He answered, You didn't ask.

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me,
He said, But you didn't seek.

I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
My child, you didn't knock.

I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish that