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| Albrecht Durer's The Praying Hands |
Prayer Is the Soul's Sincere Desire
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Unuttered or expressed,
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
His watchword at the gates of death:
He enters heaven with a prayer.
O thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray. Amen.
~James Montgomery~
I found this poem in my English Literature book and I just had to post it. I always thought it was weird when people would say how a poem or painting "spoke" to them....now I completely understand. This poem exresses in beautiful meter the depth and meaning in prayer and I find it encouraging to my heart. I hope it does the same for you.
