Someone is praying for me

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.

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