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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