Please teach me, Lord. . .
I want to know Exactly how to pray.
I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.
I've bowed my head
I've knelt down, But . . . should I be upright?
I've closed my eyes,
I've raised my hands,
Or . . . should I fold them tight?
Do I stand up?
Should I sit down? Dear Lord . . . what do you like?
Are lights turned on
Or are they off?
Maybe . . . candle
light?
Wear my glasses?
Take them off?
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper? Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Bible?
What do you think
about the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast, Or keep it slow?
Better short . . . or long?
I'm new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know You'll even hear
That I am in Your sight?
And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice
say . . .
"Oh, dearest child of mine . . .
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"
"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to Me,
I have no other rules."
"Tell Me what is in your heart,
And tell Me what you seek;
Tell Me of your sorrows,
And of the things that made you weak."
"Speak to Me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds . . .
You have no need to boast."
"My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to Me each day;
Tell Me anything you want,
Dear child, anyone can pray."
Author Unknown
The
McKameys - Prayer Changes
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