Here's just to say God bless you
As you suffer hours of pain
And a prayer, that you may be
Restored to health again.

Our sympathy goes with you,
It is little to bestow,
But since we, too, have suffered
We do assuredly know

What it is to be remembered
By word, thought or flowers,
How it cheers and helps us
To pass the lonely hours.

So again, my friend, God bless you, Just put your trust in Him -
His arm will never fail you,
His eye is never dim.

So cheer up my dear friend,
Your friends will pray for you,
Though our presence may be lacking
Our sympathy is true.

The day was so worm, and so weary our feet,
Our throats from talking were sore,
Our thoughts that day longed to fly away
As we closed the school room door.

The children so noisy, the day so dull,
The hours dragged wearily on,
We felt, I will wage, like a bird in the cage

Till the last tormentor was gone.
Then Oh, what dismay at the close of the day
We traveled the weary way o'er.
We vowed in disdain we'd ne'er come again

For teaching was such a bore.
But the night brought rest, we felt
refreshed
Next morn as we started for school,
In spite of our vow we felt better now, More like heeding the golden rule. As we opened the door, a dozen or more
Happy voices greeted our ear,
The storm impelled that day was quelled
The music loud and clear.
The scholars were still and worked with a will,
The day passed all too soon,
We blessed that night the schoolroom bright
With our hearts in merry tune.

Oh, I was going to be so good,
I made resolutions galore,
I was going to do this and that
Better than I ever had before.

Yes, I was going to call on the sick
And help their spirits renew,
Then of all things to happen to me
I simply came down with the flu.

Of course my calling was out
So tho't I'd write a letter,
But the flu affected my eyes
So had to wait till they were better.

When I did get most well I tho't
I'd try again,
But the wind began to howl
And a small blizzard come.

You'd think I would have a chance
To finish things I had to sew,
But instead of needle and thread
I had to shovel the snow.

When my breath was nearly spent
And I sat down to rest,
I thought I'd get some reading done
In the books that I like best.

Then come a tap upon my door
And my friend had come to call
We chatted and had a lovely time
But I did no work at all.

Well, I tho't I'd bake a cake
For a friend who is sick in bed,
But of course I would find
There was no sugar to be had.

Well then, I'd make a pie,
That wouldn't be so hard,
But when I searched my pantry
I found I had no lard.

Now what to do I wonder
To do some good I yearned,
But I simply was baffled
Everywhere I turned.

Yes, that's the way it's been
From morn to set of sun,
I wonder if my Father in Heaven
Could say to me - "Well done".

I had wanted to do good,
Maybe he'll take the wish for the deed
I sure couldn't help the things
That come to hamper my speed.

I'm glad my friends stand by me
When I neglect them so,
It's not because I don't love them
I surely hope they know.

And maybe some day soon
The good Lord perchance
Will let me do these things
And give me another chance.