Oh would that I might not go
Knocking on wood
It won’t botch the bad as I’d
Thought that it could
So I’ll knock with my prayer on the 
Wood of the Cross
That shatterproof…
Source of all good

When stuck, I’d tried crossing my
Fingers for luck
No dice! Luck is rarely “a
lady tonight”*
So I’ll cross myself calmly
With love and with trust
Since luck ain’t…
Got nothin’ on Christ

When Friday the 13th
Occured, I’d grow cold
Expecting a terrible
Day to unfold
But now I look forward to
Fridays as Gold
The day death…
And Satan lost hold

I’d mindlessly mumble my
Prayers without care
To force the Lord’s hand in my
Schemes and affairs
But then I heard, “Abba, Not
My will, but Thine”

Aware now…

From where came…

Such fair words…

I’ll echo His prayer

“Father, not my will, but Thine“

*****

*Guys and Dolls, musical – Rodgers and Hammerstein