Sometimes I do not pray in words- I take my heart in my two hands And hold it up before the Lord. I am so glad He understands!
Sometimes I do not pray in words, My spirit bows before His feet, And with His hand upon my head We hold communion sweet.
Sometimes I do not pray in words For I am tired and long for rest. My weary heart finds all it needs Upon the Saviour's gentle breast.
-Martha Snell Nicholson
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