On Prayer Poem by Patience Worth

Prayer is pregnant of desire,
As man uttereth it. To me,
Prayer is a simple announcement
Of companionship with God;
An acknowledgement of my task,
And the joy of its fulfillment.
I need no claim before His face,
My love! for hath not His hand held
The wine which I have supped?
And knoweth He not the thing
That hath drunked me? If I have drunk
Deeply of that which He hath offered,
And my foolish lips babble folly,
He, with His magic touch shall transform
The folly into wisdom surely;
For what man knoweth what is folly in
The sight of God, and what man knoweth
What is wisdom in His sight?