Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Immaculate Intercession

Sometimes it seems that I do not know how I ought to pray
The words are sealed within my thought; I don’t know what to say
But there is nothing hid from God; He knows our creature needs
He hears our deep unspoken thought and gently intercedes

My praise, my pleas, my tears, my fears, in deep emotions swell
Disappointment and dismay in desperate oceans well
Tonight there are no words to give this world of thought release
But suddenly I know He heard; I feel Him whisper ‘Peace’

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

  1. This was beautiful! I love how you did this one! The ending was superb! :D


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