Prayer is something that we do
Putting trust in unseen hands
We have faith, but only if
God concedes to our demands
Answering our shopping lists
Full of thought’s that we concoct
Wonder why they are not met
Why are they so often blocked?
Jesus lives within our hearts
By His stripes we have been healed
Why then, do we block His thoughts
Keep His promptings well concealed
Perhaps if we included Him
Ask Him who He wants to aid
Then our faith would reach the parts
Through the price that He has paid.
