I knocked at your door
this morning
"Could We meet together in prayer?"
I knew the pressures you're facing
Were needing the touch of My care.
I knew the pressures you're facing
Were needing the touch of My care.
I stood there waiting beside you
But you were too busy to
ask
Thinking the choice you
were making
Was the easiest part of
the task.
Decisions resulted in
conflict
Confusion filled most of
your day
While quietly I tried to whisper:
While quietly I tried to whisper:
“My peace would have
pointed the way!”
So
now that your day is soon over
Disrupted by strain and despair
I would like once again to ask you:
"Could we meet together in prayer?”
Disrupted by strain and despair
I would like once again to ask you:
"Could we meet together in prayer?”
--B.
Pent
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