Prayer takes place on bended knee,
where I seek God earnestly;
grief and joy flow from my heart-
doing prayer, I learn the art.
Prayer goes on throughout the day,
conscious whisp'rings on my way;
praising here, petition there,
as I seek to be aware.
Prayer occurs without a word,
for the voice of God is heard
in the silent, quiet place-
discipline of speechless grace.
Prayer is daily work, routine;
in the tasks my Lord is seen.
Prayer in Sabbath rest and calm,
gift from God, a sacred balm.
What is prayer? Not one, but all
of the ways both great and small,
that we our Creator meet
in a closet, field, or street.