The Difference

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

Problems just tumbled about me,
and the 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;
O 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 I had to take time to pray

Author: Grace L. Naessens

Many have asked me how I happened to write this poem. I tell them I only held the pen. The Father put the words there. My second son, Chris took the poem to school for a poetry class. I did not even know he had taken the poem from the house. He came charging in the door one day exclaiming how well sister liked the poem, The Difference and knew where it could be published. I declined as I was a little shy about my writings being seen by others. I guess God had his own plan for it wasn't long and it began to appear in published papers. So the poem became public domain and has no copyright. I have always felt much gratification knowing how much happiness and comfort the poem has brought to others. My husband passed away a few years back at the age of fifty-six of cancer. One of his last wishes was for me to try to get my name on the poem as the author. I would be very pleased if anyone who sees the poem could help me with his wish by passing on this writing. I happily give permission for the poem to be published and enjoyed but please place my name as the author. Thank You, In Gods Love, Grace L. Naessens