The Coal Miners Prayer

The Coal Miners Prayer
by W. Calvert

Each dawn as we rise, Lord,
We know all too well,
We face only one thing –
A pit filled with hell.
To scratch out a living
The best that we can,
But deep in the heart,
Lies the soul of a man.

With black-covered faces,
And hard-calloused hands,
We work the dark tunnels,
Unable to stand.
To labour and toil
As we harvest the coals,
We silently pray,
"Lord, please harvest our souls."