Since cares of living first began
God has ordained a way for man
To still commune with Him
A rod and staff to comfort us
A sacred altar where
Nothing need ever hinder us
Our heart and soul to bare
The fellowship of God to men
Is still as sure today
As in those ancient days back when
Prophets bowed down to pray
A Shoulder in the storms of life
A beacon in the dark
And in the rise and fall of strife
An infallible ark
Before we rise, before we sleep
Before we break our bread
Pray to the One who broke five loaves
Then five-thousand were fed
Oh, pray we do not forget He
Who is our strength and stay
But that with glad humility
We don’t forget to pray
© Janet Martin