The prayers of the saints pave a pathway to God
Whether chanted in churches, whispered, or thought
They rise like clouds of incense floating up above
Wrapping those we pray for in a shelter of love.
Our praises to You, Lord, and the whole Trinity
Are just echoes of the worship we long to give Thee
All over the world and at every hour
Petitions and praise building up like a tower.
Our prayers are absorbed in the walls of a church
Or in a humble room where we kneel down to search
For words prayed with wisdom, Your promises claimed
Or just a plea, ‘God bless my friend’ with the love that contains.
W.B. June 2009.
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