“You can only pray what's in your heart..."
with no words to say,
guess it’s time to pray
and raise up this weight for God to take.
Her time, decides mine,
my line is a winding vine.
reach for the sun,
to guide and shine
i seek to find.
to breathe the sky,
then add that blue to my overcast hue.
melt the snow
so ‘H-2’, can ‘O’,
and then flow.
somewhere over the rainbow
the grain grows gold.
i’ve tasted it, it’s priceless,
that’s how i know, and that’s how i grow.
make me an instrument
of Your peace
because i need to truly believe
to sound, a note
in Your symphony
won’t You set my spirit free.
“You can only pray what's in your heart, so if your heart is being ripped from your chest, pray the tearing
If your heart is full of bitterness, pray it to the last dreg
If your heart is a river gone wild, pray the torrent
Or a lava flow scorching the mountain, pray the fire
Pray the scream in your heart, the fanning bellows
Pray the rage, the murder, and the mourning
Pray your heart into the great quiet hands, that can hold it, like the small bird it is.” - Elizabeth Cunningham