Poor Man's Prayer

Poor man's prayer Lord, don't fix the hole in my sole For the shoe can be replaced I can walk a mile, tread softly on the sole Avoid the puddles and pebbles The thorns Deftly reaching my destination Lord, fill the hole in my soul That life has dug deep, lord Make me feel whole again Let me steep in your love Like a tea-bag, Lord Lord, I know the hole in my belly, In my shoe, in my clothes Is only temporary But the hole in my soul Is taking it's toll, Lord Fill it, Lord I pray