The Power of Prayer

No matter what he did and whatever he had tried Feelings aren't easily hid as he sat there and cried All that he had done and all the places he's been Without the Light of the Son you only got your sin Even way back in his childhood at times he did long Yes life was good but in his heart there was no song He just put it aside as many of us as well also did But no matter what he tried the more he had slid It was that Christmas Mass when he finally seen He almost decided to pass, not into that scene But for some reason he had just decided to go That was his season as Jesus he came to know Now he doesn't hide anymore or push stuff aside A heart in song will soar so sad having never tried You'll see him on Sunday and often during the week Oh it's so good to pray, for Lord, I am far too weak