Praying Out Loud - Poem by Mary Ryan
Don’t ask me to pray, I don’t know how
If you want something good, call on someone else now!
I stumble around, the words I can’t find
They can’t reach my tongue but they’re all in my mind
If you could read thoughts, they’d be perfectly clear
But since you can’t read my mind—my words you’ll have to hear!
God reads my mind and knows what I say
If you still want me to—I’ll go ahead and pray
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