A Selfish Prayer

It's hard when I see so much pain, Filled with life's many hardships, All these troubled souls praying, For miracles through their worships, Even at home they are lost, And muddle through their days, 'Release us from our lots', They cry out from their maze, Yet I find it even harder still, When I must stand here and watch, With neither the way or the will, To give what little I've got, So Lord I pray you fill my cup, Give me the success and station, Where hope can spring from love, To answer all this frustration, Let me afford more than simple words, Grant me the means to answer prayer, Lay before me a path true and sure, To receive great fruit I can share, My life has taught me so very much, As my prayers so often are granted, I know what it means to be touched, By the charity of the enchanted, It brings a life of such great hope, To you and all of those you love, It helps you to widen your scope, And great faith when times get tough, So today Lord I finally pray, For something I never have before, I pray for riches so very great, That I would never need to ask for more, Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez, Great wisdom and eternal good health, The power to shape the will of others, And all the prayers I leave on the shelf, And I pray that I remain steadfast, In service to you through my fellow man, And you answer this prayer however crass, Before this poem is written by this hand.