When doubts and fears cloud the way:
And I watch, helpless, as dreams slip away;
On nights when I think, “I’ve wasted another day”
I remember—someone is praying for me.
Days when I felt lost without pen or paper,
Reached out to a friend, and –for me –she wasn’t there
All alone, and suddenly feeling God’s presence here
And I know why—someone is praying for me.