Without Argument or Complaint

 Last night I started to pray this prayer but simply could not remember all the lines 

so I decided it's time to give this, one of my Charlie Pride favs, a listen or three!

It rises ere dark fades away

Yet often labours late

It never takes a holiday

Or bars its front yard gate

It does not seek out praise or fame

But shoulders common care

Without argument or complaint

Or claiming its ‘fair share’

Its cloth of meek and modest mien

It turns the other cheek

And often thinks, then thinks again

When it has words to speak

Its charge leaves little room to pout

About its grant of grace

That none of us can live without

And nothing takes its place

Patient and kind, worth more than gold

It never seeks its own

And rich or poor or young or old

It cannot thrive alone

It doesn’t look like much sometimes

A soiled and tattered glove

Its road, detours and steep inclines

But still we call it love

© Janet Martin