When I Pray

I think that I
Shall never say
Aught as good
As when I pray.

For when I pray

I do converse
With Creator
 Of the Universe.

In prayer I leave

All the mundane
And find the source
That does sustain.

I open heart

And soul and mind
For thoughts that are
Of nobler kind.

Through this language

So mystique
I find the peace
For which I seek.

I find the One

Who for me seeks,
I listen close,
As He then speaks.

He tells me of

His love so sure,
A love so strong
A love so pure.

Now I’m refreshed

All things are new.
I find new strength
In all I do.

So when I’m down

When things look gray
I lift my eyes
To Him I pray.