StuntHornist21 Jul 2003

Dear Lord, please hear my prayer tonight,
For my husband has had a terrible fright.
His dear old mother has taken ill
And this is a void I cannot fill.
She's suffered now for years and years
And there have been so many tears,
But none of these were out of joy
And my husband's gone from a man to a boy.
If she should die this family would be halved
And it would be a long time before we laughed.
So please, dear Lord, take away her pain,
So we can see her smile again,
For her place can be filled by no other,
For this place in our hearts is for our dear mother.
Now, in you, I place my trust and love,
In you, dear Lord, in heaven above.

There? Are you happy? It's the same poem, only grammatically correct, and it STILL sucks.