In the quiet moments, prayer takes its flight, Beyond the bounds of day and deepest night. What words to speak, in reverence convey? Sometimes in silence, we must simply stay.
Prayer—a sacred dialogue with the Divine, Where soul meets Spirit, beyond the veils of time. Comfort in the whisper of my heavenly Guide, In whom, through storms and calm, I confide.
He knows my journey, every rugged mile, Sees through the struggles, meets me with a smile. In stillness, when I pause to seek His face, His presence enfolds me in an embrace.
So talk I may, or listen deep and well, In each act of prayer, my fears quell. For here within this holy, hallowed link, I find more answers than my mind can think.
What wonder in these moments we share, I find solace in the power of prayer. A bond with God, none can compare, In every whisper of my soul’s bare prayer.
