Pray

thinking about prayer

Pray

PRAY-Why pray?
Is anybody even listening anyway?
Don’t get me wrong I believe in God above.
I see him in the eyes of my children;  I feel his love.

But there are so many things going wrong,
I’ve been hurting, depressed, lonely and unloved for far too long.
There’s so much suffering and pain-all around.
I sit quietly, watching-never making a sound.

But in my heart and head, I pray-
And when I do there’s so much to say.
I pray for my family, friends, our soldiers, too.
I pray for myself, our world and for all of you.

Is he hearing my pleas?
Maybe my prayers are drowned out by all of the screams-
The screams of the innocent children being beaten and abused,
The screams of the women who are bloody and bruised.

The cries of the soldiers killing and dying-
The screams of the homeless distraught and crying,
The cries of the hungry children all around,
And even the pain of the innocent who can never make a sound.

Maybe he hears my prayers after all,
Because looking around now-my problems seem so small.
I can stand a little pain and loneliness if it will help the rest of the world around me-
And maybe in time things will get better-we’ll just have to wait and see.

So I will keep praying every night and everyday,
Saying every prayer I can think to say.
Hoping and believing in a brighter day.
Holding onto our prayers and faith along the way.