But still I continue to pray.
Sitting again in my chair.
Having yet to comb my hair.
The sofa is my other space.
Laying prostrate I see Your face.
Breathing air that’s not my own.
I wait for You to call me home.
Another meal by Your grace.
Sustenance to endure this race.
Share the gospel with him and her.
Otherwise the day’s a blur.
As the day turns into night.
I look to Jesus my promised LIGHT.
Another day You saw me through.
My grateful heart says, “Thank you!”
If You gift another day.
Walk close to me again I pray.
