I prayed.

I cried out in my agony, and sank in deep despair,

And God sent bands of angels to protect and meet me there.

I prayed.

‘Twas just the faintest whisper as I battled with my pain,

But God gave rest and strength so I could face the world again.

I prayed.

When I confessed my secret sins and utter worthlessness,

Then God forgave and cleansed my heart, so He my life could bless.

I prayed.

And God, Who knows my deepest need before I even pray,

Already had the answer given, speeding on its way.

I prayed.

And even though God didn’t choose to grant me my request,

Or give me what I asked for, still He gave me what was best.

I wonder what I’ve missed in blessings that have passed me by,

And how, through me, God could have changed my world, if only I…

Had prayed.

Poetry by Betty Jo Mings