PRAYER WARRIOR
PRAYER WARRIOR
The first time I called, you pretended not to hear
But I can speak in thunderous tones
Or whisper in your ear
I can swell the waters or make the mountains slide
You've received your mission
From me you cannot hide
They will come to you my child, with all their wants and fears
Your task will be to pray for the them
Through the days and nights and years
For you there will be little rest, little time to play
You'll know the joys and sorrows
Because you've been charged to pray.
To the one who prays for us
Even when we can't pray for ourselves.
C.M. Lestrade
01/13/2002
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