The Power Of Prayer Poem by Tom Zart

On my knees, with folded hands
I thank the Lord each day
For when I think of life itself
It makes me want to pray.


Most of my friends are dead and gone
You'll find flowers where they lay.
I know that some of them
To Heaven found their way.

So many times I've looked up
To Heaven in the night
Asking answers from our Lord
Who's always in my sight.

Any day could be my last
There's no time to fuss or fight.
There's just time to be loved
Who cares who's wrong or right.

Never be afraid to pray boldly to God
For no matter the crisis our Lord is aware.
Sometimes it's hard to recognize God's answers
But that's just part of the mystery of prayer.

Some of the greatest heroes in history
Wore holes in the knees of their pants.
For without God's grace and human prayer
Man's survival on Earth is by chance.

Surrender your soul and make time for prayer
Sharing moments with your Savior alone.
He'll shoulder your burden and give you rest
As the seeds of His goodness are sown.

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Tom Zart
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