Too late for praying

Intro: It was only yesterday when I heard the teacher say Patiently, "One and two makes three" We were children, you and me Let us pray... for the ones they call the children of today Nothing left but promises, nothing much is certain All we see is want and need across the board. Why thank you, Lord We're living in the glory of your care Skies of blue have all turned brown to the sound of sighing Lord, abide; let us stem the tide of broken dreams Sometimes you seem to tell us it's too late for praying See the ocean wild and blue; think of all that's in her She will not surrender to the likes of us But then she must. They tell us, wise men tell us it's too late For each child with eyes that smile, there'll be ten more cryin' Lord, abide; let us stem the tide of helplessness But then, I guess, we're livin'. Is it too late for tryin'? Nothing here but grains of sand; nothin' much worth savin' Guess we've all got problems of our own to bear And still we share. Tomorrow could get better than today To the ones who loved in vain, will you be beholden? Lord, abide; let us stem the tide of broken dreams Sometimes you seem to tell us it's too late for prayin' C.