humble help...

I found this Poem in a book written by Shel Silverstien, an awesome childrens author. It's funny, because it reminded me of the way I tend to ask God for help. Just something to think about...

Help! by S. Silverstein

I walked through the wildwood, and what did I see
But a unicorn with his horn stuck in a tree
Cryin', "someone please help me before it's to late."
I hollered, "I'll free you." He hollered back, "Wait--
How much will it hurt? How long will it take?
Are you sure that my horn will not scratch, bend, or break?
How hard will you pull? How much must I pay?
Must you do it right now or is wednesday okay?
Have you done this before? Do you have the right tools?
Have you graduated from horn-savin' school?
Will I owe you a favor? And what will it be?
Do you promise that you will not damage the tree?
Should I close my eyes? Should I sit down or stand?
Do you have insurance? Have you washed your hands?
And after you free me--tell me what then?
Can you guarantee I won't get stuck again?
Tell me when. Tell me how.
Tell me why. Tell me where..."

I guess that he's still sittin' there.

...the end

my constant prayer... humble help and faithful trust to see it through.