In Prayer

   

Before the gold and gray consumes

my thought and draws me to its care

Lord, let me rest a little while

within Your gentle arms, in prayer

The ebb and flow, the high and low

of living, I could never bear

My Lord, if first I could not rest

within Your gentle arms, in prayer

Then, come what may of gold or gray

on life's highway; I journey where

Your presence whispers still to me

within Your gentle arms, in prayer

Janet~

12 years ago many of us fell on our faces pleading to God; may we every day plead to Him on the behalf of all who suffer and all who do not know Him!