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A Cajun's Prayer
Sun's coming up on the bayou, Lord,
So bright in the clean, cool air,
As I kneel in my Cajun cabin, Lord,
To offer my morning prayer.
What can I ask of You, Bon Dieu?
What more can a Cajun wish?
I've got black coffee on my stove,
And this grand bayou to fish.
My nets are full and heavy, Lord,
My traps your bounty yield;
I harvest so many riches, Lord,
From your bayou, gulf, and field.
When my exiled Cajun fathers, Lord,
Sought refuge in this land,
I know the force that led them on
Was le Bon Dieu's unseen hand.
So Lord, what more can a Cajun ask
Than what I have today?
Bon sante, bene amis et ma famille,
And le Bon Dieu Who hears me pray.
Then this is my simple prayer, Lord,
A Cajun's humble plea;
May all of those who love you, Lord,
Have all you've given me.
Copyright Bob Hamm 1973
If one advances confidently in the direction of their dreams, and endeavors to lead a life which they have imagined, they will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Henry David Thoreau
Of devout coffee drinkers, about 62 percent of those who are 35 to 49 years of age say they become upset if they don't have a cup of coffee at their regular time. Only 50 percent of those under age 35 become upset.
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