I Knelt To Pray, by Marie MacIntyre

I knelt in church,

And prayed to my God above,

To guide me and sustain me,

In his own precious love.

While praying, I felt the presence,

And thanked my God that He,

Did care enough to listen,

To insignificant me.

I prayed that my deeds,

Would show the measure of my love,

And each would be acceptable,

And lead me to God above.

I prayed so hard I cried,

For I needed to feel His touch.

Then I saw Him standing,

This One I love so much.

He held His arms out to me,

And in thought I heard Him say,

"My child, with you I am pleased,

And I hear you when you pray."