A poem: Prayer Without Words

Sometimes I do not pray in words,
I take my heart in my two hands,
And hold it before the Lord.
I'm 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, silent, sweet.

Sometimes I do not pray in words,
For I'm tired and long for rest,
My weary heart finds all it needs
Upon the Saviour's gentle breast.

-Martha Snell Nicholson