When I can't find the words to say
He is the Word.
Crying, talking, as I pray
He speaks to my heart.

Tears flow, I can not talk.
He speaks for me.
Even in prayer I am to walk
As He directs me.

Breaking heart, full of fear.
He replaces that with gladness.
Mending all the bits and broken pieces.
Taking away the bitter sadness.

Begging Him to forgive my sin.
He cleanses, washing all away.
I stand up, now white as snow.
To praise Him in everything I say!

Precious prayer! What joy it is
To have fellowship with my Friend.
How sweet You are, dear Jesus!
Your mercy never ends!

Praise The Lord!

Jane Ellen Slone ©
6-19-09
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