Then she woke from sleep and she saw you there,
And her eyes were love and her lips were prayer.
Then she woke from sleep and she saw you there,
And her eyes were love and her lips were prayer.
With beauty is my life abrim,
With tranquil hours and dreams apart;
You wonder that I yield to Him
That best of prayers, a grateful heart?
And yet, despite my scorn of prayer,
My lack of love or friend,
I know a Presence will be there,
To save me at the end.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories