AN INTRODUCTION by the author... Upon Life's Great Highway made hard and hazardous By debauchery, failure, doubt, and despair, With sorrow, sickness, suffering, and discouragement Challenging the hearts of people ev'rywhere; I wonder, how anyone can live without praying, For my soul answering, tells me it would be Like days without sunshine, and nights with no moon, or stars; Traveling unprotected and lonely. Zelda Davis Howard What Is Prayer, You ask of me? It's talking with God in secrecy; It's looking up with tear-filled eyes Into the blue of Heaven's skies; It's wanting strength to conquer strife, and blessings rich to gladden life; It's telling God what's in my heart, Entrusting Him to take my part; It's drawing near to touch His hand, It's begging Him to understand; It's promising to do my best, It matters not how hard the test; It's gratitude for favors past--  A hope that they may always last; A rod that bars the way of sin And keeps the soul at peace within; A Prayer is this, the thought that goes, With folks all day until its close. Next Share It; A Poem