O’ Where art thou savior of mine?
Be you a shadow, just lurking behind?

Or be you the prize straying out in front,
Awaiting a new game, thriving on the hunt

When I need you most I never can find,
The time to visit church or wait for your sign

So I sayth to myself a short little prayer,
In hopes that someday it might reach you up there

So when you look down upon this world you have made,
And watch the devil and goodness of what is yours beginning to fade

As you look in disgust at the world you have created
You see people being robbed, raped and un-elated

As you shake your head at our foolishness,
Let me remind you what not to miss

Do not miss the mother, who works everyday,
Who comes home to her children to tired to play

Do not miss the Daughter next to the hospital bed,
Who worries for her father and fears him to be dead

Do not miss the child, who is suddenly alone,
A light inside him still, just waiting to be shone

Do not miss the teacher with no food to eat,
To teach to our future, what goals they need to meet

Do not miss the stockbroker, who lives so happily,
He prays every night for those who cannot see

And do not miss the stressed, the over worked and underpaid,
Do not miss the lonely, the worried and the pained

Do not miss those who still can see thee,
For to give up on them would be a crime you see

So as you turn your back to the earth,
Try and remember those few little births

They may not have the time or energy to see you Sunday,
But in their hearts you look to see where they are going someday.