[Nfb-krafters-korner] OT: A Knitter's Prayer

[Courtney Fulghum Smith]

I pray when risen from the dead
I may in glory stand;
Perhaps a crown upon my head,
But four needles in my hand.

I never learned to sing or play,
So let no harp be mine.

> From childhood to my dying day
>
Plain knitting's been my line.

And so as close as the trumpets call
I have not fame or riches,
But sweet content's knit in my soul
In a million happy stitches.


~~ Unknown