When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee - give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne -
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp -
I\'ll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers -
Know that I was never alone.