Like a letter that's left unwritten
Like a book that lies unread
Like a field Un ploughed - untended
Is the prayer That's left unsaid.

Though God knows
That thoughts and wishes
That are secrets of the heart,
Yet the prayer Must still be uttered
For his healing power to start.....

Though at times We might neglect Him
And refuse to hear His call....
When we think That we don't need Him
Then we need Him most of all....

There are lessons all around us
In the skies - the sea - the sun
In the flight of every sparrow -
"Let His holy will be done"

But we turn our hearts to pleasure
And the wealth we reap is care -
We forget the only answers
Are the ones we find in prayer....

Let's resolve to write that letter,
Read the book we've laid aside,
Tend the field and reap the harvest
Of humility - not pride;

And we'll find our cares and worries
Will be turned to joys unsaid,
For we'll never close our hearts to Him
And leave the prayer unsaid.

Barbara Smethurst
       albar@smethurst2405.freeserve.co.uk