Every evening as I'm laying here in bed
This tiny prayer keeps running through my head.

"God bless my Mom and Dad and bless my little pup
And look out for my brother
When things aren't looking up.
And God, there's one more thing
I wish that you could do
Hope ya don't mind me asking,
But please bless my 'puter' too?

Now I know that's not normal
To bless a mother board
But just listen a second
While I explain to you.
My Lord, you see,
That little metal box,
Holds more than odds and ends.
Inside those small compartments
Rest hundreds of my 'Best Friends'.

Some it's true I've never seen
And most I've never met.
We've never exchanged hugs
Or shared a meal as yet...
But I know for sure they like me,
By the kindness that they give.
And this little scrap of metal;
Is how I travel to where they live.

By faith is how I know them,
Much the same as you,
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew.
"Please" take an extra minute
From your duties up above
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!"
 ~AUTHOR UNKNOWN~
 
 
 
 
 

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