Late one evening a poor farmer on his way back from the market found himself
without his prayer book. The wheel of his cart had come off right in the middle of
the woods and it distressed him that this day should pass without his having said
his prayers.
So this is the prayer he made: “I have done something very foolish, Lord. I came
away from home this morning without my prayer book and my memory is such that I
cannot recite a single prayer without it. So this is what I am going to do: I
shall recite the alphabet five times very slowly and you, to whom all prayers are
known, can put the letters together to form the prayers I can’t remember,”
And the Lord said to his angels, “Of all the prayers I have heard today, this one
was undoubtedly the best because it came from a heart that was simple and
sincere.”
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