Of Great Privilege

It is no small thing

This privilege we are given

To approach the throne of grace

And God of earth and Heaven

To make our wants and wishes known

And claim His victory as our own

It is no mere thought

That we can freely call

Upon the Name of Christ the Lord

Creator of us all

That He who formed us from the dust

May be the One in whom we trust

When we beckon to Him

It is no casual place

That we approach with love and shame

To kneel in His embrace

But by His holy Blood-drops spilt

He vanquishes our debt of guilt

It is no small thing

This little word called prayer

As He makes intercession

For those groans we cannot bear

And there He lavishes on us

The hope we find in Him, JESUS!

© Janet Martin

 Pray without ceasing; 1 Thess. 5:17

Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Romans 8:26