Classic Poem

Somebody prayed, and refreshing rain
Fell on the parching grass and grain,
Cooling, reviving; the drought was stayed
And food was growing — for somebody prayed.

Somebody prayed, and a hospital grew,
With long, cool windows and lovely view,
With clean, white cots for fevered heads,
And white-capped nurses with gentle tread.

Somebody prayed, and peaceful rest
Sweetly came to the troubled breast,
Bringing new hope where anguish before
Crushed and darkened life's pathway o'er.

Somebody prayed, and across the sea
The old, old story of Calvary,
With its new, sweet meaning of love untold,
To the waiting millions' hearts was told.

Somebody prayed! Oh, gift divine!
Linked with service for yours and mine;
Communing each day with the living Lord,
Working and waiting to prove His Word.