I wonder if the Father counts the prayers that we pray?
Does He read between the lines in the things that we say?
Does He count broken promises, as our faith starts to wane?
Is His heart filled with sadness when His children complain?
Though He gave us His breath to call on His name
We say selfish prayers, seeking fortune and fame
He listens intently, to both the good and the bad
Yet we praise Him in blessings, and blame Him when sad
Then when death comes to call, we ask for a reason
Though He's told us already, that we're here but a season
Even the angels rejoice when someone's reborn
Yet, when one child is lost, all of Heaven will mourn
And in how many prayers do we offer Him praise?
Or do our voices stay silent, maybe sometimes, for days?
Are His children content without heartache or loss,
Forgetting to pray, with no need of the cross?
So what if the Father counts the prayers that we pray?
Will He know you by heart when we meet Him one day?
Will your prayer count be many in the name of His Son?
Or will you be a stranger, for your prayers were none?
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2017
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