was grace that fed
my starving fate
and gifted treasures
on my plate
and made my being sure
and strong
to travel life
however long.
and grace stayed close
and ever dear
through every laugh
and every tear
and in the
end will carry me
to meet God in eternity.

who has a prayer
who has a care,
a prayer for you
a prayer for me
a prayer for anyone,
you see.

who has a prayer,
a prayer for
all
everywhere.

a prayer of thanks
a prayer of praise
a prayer you feel
the need to raise.

the prayer,
it's there
if, and when you have a care.

if I had a collection
of sacred things,
the concept of those "things"
would not be what
the world brings.

because sacred is holy
and sacred is promised
in hearts and souls,
where what is felt
is what it knows.

my collection would start with love,
the most sacred of all things.

we should all collect sacred things,
it seems.

God said to me
wake up and see,
and I replied oh Lord why?
as I sighed.

God already knew
that I was armed
with all my whys and sighs.

In spite of me
and what I was
with doubts and fears
tales and tears
left to question all that's me,
so I will try
amid my why and my sigh
to wake up and see
as God has said to me.

why not pray,
what do you say?
nothing to lose on any day.

prove me wrong
and to that I say
God is patient
the day is long
so
why not pray?

say a prayer
share a prayer
send a prayer.

teach a prayer
always pray
never cease
to pray.

line your day
with prayer.

God hears prayer
God answers prayer
give glory to God
in prayer.

say a prayer
share a prayer
send a prayer.

the wood from the tree
that saved me
did not worry over what would be.

it grew patient and strong
with dignity
and knew its purpose
selflessly.

year after year
the wood from the tree
knew it's role
in humanity.

and we are all part
of the wood from the tree
bound together
by destiny,
and in the end
we shall see
the wood from the tree
bearing our
eternity.