David C. Maughan

UPON MY KNEES

I got down on my knees today
I said a humble prayer
I thanked Him for life I live
I thanked Him for pied-a-terre

For in this, my interim home
I am free to come and go
I may freely speak my mind,
And write for you this wee morceau

Oh, there are rules
As should there be
In the land of the brave
And the home or the free

And it’s not perfect
This home of mine
But nothing better
I have yet to find

I am not rich
Yet I live like a king
Compared to the world
I have everything

Food in my belly
Shoes on my feet
A roof o’er my head
And a bed to sleep

I go fishing in the spring and summer
Hunting in the fall
Sleigh ride in the winter
I truly have it all

An auto in the driveway
A computer on the desk
A good job in the city
It appears so picturesque

But all of this I would not have
If it weren’t for He above.
And brave young men who gave there all
So I could live this life I love.

So down upon my knees I go
Giving thanks for all I have
And son and brothers, fathers, lovers
Whose lives now all are daff