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Pray
...when all your soul
...a tiptoe stands
...in wistful eagerness
...to talk with God;
...put out your hands,
...God bands to hear;
...it would be sin
...to not draw near.
Pray
...when gray inertia
...creeps through your soul,
...as through a man
...who fights the cold,
...then growing languid
...slumbereth,
...and slumbering
...knows not
...it is death.
Pray
...when swamped
...with sin and shame
...and nowhere else
...to pin the blame
...but your own will
...and waywardness;
...God knows you,
...loves you nonetheless,
So...pray.
Ruth Bell Graham
...when all your soul
...a tiptoe stands
...in wistful eagerness
...to talk with God;
...put out your hands,
...God bands to hear;
...it would be sin
...to not draw near.
Pray
...when gray inertia
...creeps through your soul,
...as through a man
...who fights the cold,
...then growing languid
...slumbereth,
...and slumbering
...knows not
...it is death.
Pray
...when swamped
...with sin and shame
...and nowhere else
...to pin the blame
...but your own will
...and waywardness;
...God knows you,
...loves you nonetheless,
So...pray.
Ruth Bell Graham