Just Like A Prayer, I'll Take you There!!!!!

An old song for Madonna, but I like the theme, she just needed some beads.
Rosary, Mala, Misbaha, Juzu, maybe even Pop-beads. Spirituality on a string.

Praying has never been easy to me, my mind wanders to Budapest and back. My intentions are honorable, but my style of prayer, like Mother Theresa on crack.
I pray for our service men and women and "Flash" George Bush, on his ranch in Texas,pays me a visit. Struggling I roll off some names of people I love and "Bam" mom's bread pudding is calling my name. So I turned to using beads to help my scattered mind.
Everyone gets a bead, and every bead gets a prayer.
At no other time did I need my beads more then when I lost my child, Ward.
In a panic, before we had to go to the funeral home, I gathered up all my beads to take with me. Coming down the stairs with my "prayer jewels" I fell and nearly met Jesus. GD beads! (mom always wanted us to use initials when cursing)
We arrived at the funeral home, Mala beads wrapped around my arm, praying for my life. We began, the funeral director sat very far from me!! He asked if we were ready to look at coffins? I grabbed my purse started pulling out the heavy artillery, Rosary beads. Once I had located "my lot",I stopped chanting "God help me" and "Ward I love you", I turned to the man. " Do you have a coffin catalog, because this praying lady is not looking at any coffins!"
Bead, by bead, by bead, we planned the funeral that day, and my beads continue to guide me in prayer.
Jesus, his mom or dad, whomever will listen. My prayers are always answered.