When I Fold My Hands In Prayer Poem by Mary Murphy

When I fold my hands in prayer
I feel safe inside.
When I kneel before the cross,
I no longer hide.
I open myself before the Lord,
I tell him what I feel.
I talk to Him with confidence,
That He will hear and heal.
I tell him how I’ll try to change
Like I know I should.
And that I know without Him,
I can do no good.
When I fold my hands real tight,
And pray to God above.
For the first time in my life,
I discover love.
‘Holy Father source of life,
You have given me,
Everything I have and need,
To someday be with Thee.
Christ the Son, who came for us,
And granted us salvation.
Your example has shown me,
To love all of creation.
Holy Spirit, fill my soul,
With Your loving grace.
So that I may one day see,
The beauty of Thy face.
Trinity please guide my steps,
Direct me towards the truth.
Help me put this gift of life,
To the greatest use.’
Amen.