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Sometimes when I pray, Lord,
I imagine sitting next to you
on a park bench, on a warm day,
a grassy carpet at my feet...Sometimes we just sit there,
you and I, just the two of us,
in a moment made holy
by the silence we share...
Or I pour out my heart to you
and share my cares and worries
while you listen
and gently wipe away my tears...
and gently wipe away my tears...
Sometimes I savor memories
of former, joyful, peaceful times,
held deep within my heart,
stored up for harder days...
stored up for harder days...
Sometimes I wait and listen,
(oh, how I listen!)
for a word that you might whisper
right from your heart to my own...
And sometimes I hear nothing
save the
silence of your presence
and often, though not always, Lord,
that's word enough for me...
and often, though not always, Lord,
that's word enough for me...
I never have to wait for you:
you're always at our bench,
waiting there for me
waiting there for me
and for all my heart may hold...
You're never in a hurry, Lord,
you're always pleased to stay
and pass the time for just as long
as I may need or want...
And you listen, Lord,
And you listen, Lord,
while birds chirp in the trees,
you listen oh-so-closely when my silence
is the only prayer I make...
You listen close with all your heart
You listen close with all your heart
to every prayer that's mine:
you hear my words, my silence, too,
and that makes all the
difference...
Sometimes when I pray
Sometimes when I pray
I imagine sitting next to you
on a park bench, on a warm day,
a grassy carpet at my feet...
It's time to talk today, Lord.
I'll meet you at our bench!
Amen.
It's time to talk today, Lord.
I'll meet you at our bench!
Amen.
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