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
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