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 hand 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". The text is written in a white, stylized font against a solid black background. This image is a digital quote intended for memorial or tribute purposes.
