327 - Prayer Of a Tired Prophet

Prayer Of a Tired Prophet
By Richard M. Crompie

Lord, I'm tired.
Tired of people liking me,
Singing songs I pick for them
To sing.

Tired of faces all the same,
Framed by ears that wait to hear the
Things they know I am going to say.
Tired of guarding careless words,
Tired of hinting I have something more
To say. Tired of being less than
Jeremiah.

Lord, I'm tired.
Tired of people asking me if They should sin or not.
Tired already, with two-thirds a
Life to live.

Untire me with tomorrow's tasks,
Their chores undone and undefined;
For, Lord, I want to be like Christ,
Not less than Jeremiah.

Amen.

The author of these lines has been for several years the Assistant Minister of the Shadyside Presbyterian Church, Pittsburgh, Pa. Mr. Cromie is at present taking graduate work at St. Andrews, Scotland. The poem has appeared in Monday Morning (Aug., 1965) and is here reprinted with the permission of the author and the editor.