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Prayer For a Telephone Lineman

Each day I climb a dozen poles 
Or venture into underground holes 
To run the lines that carry tones 
Of voices into people's phones 
Protect me Lord as I climb high 
The poles that reach into the sky 
And please, Lord, catch me should I fall 
But better that not happen at all! 
And as I crawl through dark, small spaces 
Don't let me get stuck in one of those places! 
And Lord, give me a sturdy truck, 
And trusty tolls and lots of luck 
Because my job isn't glamorous 
Or thrilling, hip or amorous 
But it can be fun, though kind of scary 
Which is why I need you to be wary 
And make sure I come home okay 
At the end of every day 
And as I run each telephone line, 
I'll thank you Lord, for making this job mine

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Preethi Narasimhan Date: 9/8/2020 9:23:00 PM A unique thought, nice xD Login to Reply

Poet Destroyer A Date: 2/1/2016 4:26:00 PM Wonderful write, Andrew... LINDA Login to Reply

Skat A Date: 1/31/2016 9:19:00 PM Wonderful poem, and prayer... SKAT Login to Reply

Suzanne Delaney Date: 1/31/2016 7:32:00 PM A LOVELY. SENTIMENT BEHIND THIS. I AM SURE YOUR DAD TREASURED IT. Welcome to Poetry Soup. SuZ Login to Reply