Prayer poem by Ruth Bell Graham

A poem on prayer.
by Ruth Bell Graham

Pray
when all your soul
a tiptoe stands
in wistful eagerness
to talk with God;
put out your hands,
God bends to hear;
it would be sin
to not draw near.

Pray
when gray inertiacreeps
through your soul,
as through a man
who fights the cold,
then growing languid
slumbereth,
and slumbering
knows not it is death.
Praywhen 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.

Taken From: http://www.billygraham.org/DMag_Article.asp?ArticleID=855

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