A Prayer Can Help Poem by Joyce Hemsley

The hands God gave are my delight
Through them I pray, day or night.
All earthly thoughts leave my brain
As I ascend to a higher plane.

I am so very small and weak...
Just one more of God's many sheep
But when I pray I feel so grand
To be with Him, at His right hand.

For one silent moment, He is mine.
A feeling within is quite divine.
God dispels my foolish fears,
He lifts me high and dries my tears.

It is for others, I must pray.
God's children, having lost their way.
For those who know not how to cope
The helpless, left with little hope.

To end my prayer, I offer praise
And thanks for a life of happy days.
I ask my Redeemer to help me survive
To give all my love whilst I am alive.