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.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Spiritual
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