When Daddy Prayed Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Maybe I should have slipped out,
But instead, frozen I stayed;
For by accident I had intruded
On my daddy as he prayed.

Quietly, I strained to listen,
To hear just what he might say;
Oh, how I felt God's presence
The day I heard daddy pray.

He spoke words of thanksgiving,
For blessings along the way;
He asked for strength and wisdom,
So humbly my dad did pray.

Yes, I felt somewhat ashamed,
Eavesdropping on him that day;
But I've been forever changed
Since I heard my daddy pray.

© Loyd C. Taylor