When Words Don'T Come In Prayer
Sometimes,
Through concern for another,
And while grasping for words
To express that junctures feelings
Even effortless words appear hidden.
My thoughts,
And tears that flow always serve
To do the bidding of my heart;
For God discerns my heart
And tears are a dialect
That only He grasps.
Written for M. C. a wounded soldier friend.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2012
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