When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
God, please bless Rep. Gabrielle Giffords as she lies critically wounded. She was just doing her job when tragedy struck. She was talking to her constituents when someone tried to silence her voice. Please give her a full recovery. Father, please accept the prayer that Jesus gave us.
Heavenly Father, the 112th Congress has begun a perilous journey in governing the land. Please bless them with insight, wisdom and cautious daring. Make their term one of success and fruitfulness for the American people.