A GOLFER'S PRAYER

BLESSED ART THOU OH LORD OUR GOD !
THOU HAST MADE THE SAND, THE GRASS THE TREES,
AND GENTLY IN THE TALLEST OAK,
YOU WAFT A GENTLE BREEZE.

YOU DREW THE BUBBLING LITTLE BROOK.
YOU PAINTED THE PLACID POND.
YOU SIGH THE DEEPEST TWILIGHT.
AND SMILE THE BRIGHTEST DAWN.

BENEATH THE FOG, BENEATH THE MIST,
THAT DRIFTS ACROSS THE GROUND,
YOU TWIRL YOUR MIGHTY FINGER,
AND SPIN THIS WORLD AROUND.

THE HILLS, THE VALLEYS, THE WINDING WOOD,
INSPIRE A SOUL TO SING,
WAS EVER THERE SUCH BEAUTY, LORD
WHERE ROLLS THE EMERALD GREEN

OH GOD, I KNOW YOU ARE A GOLFER,
YOUR WORK DOES THUS DEMAND.
IT SEEMS YOUR ONLY HANDICAP,
IS THIS THING THAT YOU CALL MAN.

CAN THIS BE AN ISLAND, LORD ?
A PLACE OF GRACE AND CHARM.
AWAY FROM DAILY TROUBLE LORD,
AWAY FROM DAILY HARM ?

WE PRAY THAT THIS MAY BE, DEAR GOD,
A PLACE WHERE LOVE EXTENDS.
WHERE TRAVELERS COME AS STRANGERS
AND GOLFERS LEAVE AS FRIENDS !

William Everyman - 2000

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