I wonder what it would be like
To watch our Lord one day.
I wonder what He'd see us do
Or hear the words we'd say.

I wonder if He'd smile as we
Begin that day with prayer,
Or when we stop to help someone
And show how much we care.

I bet He'd be so proud of us
To see the poor we've fed,
And see we clothed the needy or
Put blankets on their bed.

Then too, He'd likely shed a tear
For some who lost their way,
Or some that cause the broken hearts
Through bitter words they say.

But then I'm sure He'd smile again
To watch the children play,
Or watch a mother teach her child
The reasons why we pray.

And then to me, this thought occurs,
His eyes will turn to me.
Oh Lord, I hope you're smiling still
When what I do, you see.

© James O'Brien
Oct 2002