When long days drag on me

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.