Praying

Jesus I cannot wrap myself in prayer
But I must seek You in the open air
Out where frogs and rabbits hop
And farmers labor on their crop
Though the woods and by the streams
Where nature fills my heart with dreams
Or floating down the watery veins
And watching lightning through the rains
Or riding swift down country lanes.
Sometimes just sitting in the quiet of night
Beneath the blanket of distant light.
When I'm in the desert where the quiet's profound
I feel as if I'm standing upon Your Holy Ground
And when I see the mountains high
I can almost hear Your people's cry
Lifting up their voice in shouts of praise
To the Holy One of everlasting days
Thus it’s in Creation, where I'll seek
For that is where I hear You speak.

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