The Gift of Prayer

As I gaze at the sliver of moon in the sky
And feel the dew under my feet
My mind goes to you in the silence of dawn
All I want is to hear you speak

Oh God, I open my heart up to you
My prayer ascends up to your throne
But it's not the words I speak that matter the most
I must listen for your voice alone

What a precious thing is the gift of prayer
What a mystery vast and wide
I can come to the King of all Kings each day 
He will hear every word that I cry

Then His voice will speak gently with calm and grace
He will give me the words of life 
So, I pray in the silence of morning dew
Because only here will I survive 

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