"You came into my thoughts last night
while I was praying."
"I'll keep you in my prayers."
All these people praying, daily.
For me.
And what did I do for them?
Most likely I did nothing.
But that's the kind of people they are.
They don't think I owe them.
I don't think they owe me.
They just choose to help.
And the best way to help
is to pray.
They've been praying all my life.
They prayed when I did not know to ask.
They prayed when I did not care to ask.
And the continue to pray
even when I forget to ask.
Their prayers come at all times,
In all situations.
When I feel all alone,
When I feel angry.
And always when I'm in need.
They pray for me.
I pray for them.
And the Lord listens, hears, and answers.
And all I feel is love,
peace,
happiness.
I can feel it leave me and go to them.
I can feel it come towards me as
they give it back.
I can feel God's presence.
I never thought that one single prayer,
The knowledge of a single prayer
"You're in my prayers."
Could help to ease my mind.
Could make me feel
Make me remember,
the love that God sends to me
And the happiness He finds in me.