Prayers are like wishes,
Like soft spoken kisses,
Summons from a faraway land.
I am here, but away,
I am gone, but I stay,
Here near your throne of command.
Though distressed and afraid,
Be my thoughts not dismayed,
For God’s voice is so very near.
Though mighty storms clash,
Into white, cindery ash,
My LORD has known no fear.
But when storm tempest breaks,
The early dove takes,
An olive leaf in tow.
For I know ‘til the end,
That the God I commend,
Is faithful to that ‘bow.
