Quiet Prayers

    “Quiet Prayers,” Friend, Apr. 1982, 32

    Quiet Prayers

    When I am very tired at night,

    I do not try to pray.

    I only kneel and wait awhile

    To hear what God will say.

    Sometimes He smiles and welcomes me

    And bids me to draw near.

    I almost feel His loving arms

    And His whisper in my ear.

    Then if I listen, oh, so still,

    I almost hear Him sing

    A song of golden ripened sheaves

    And of the harvesting.

    So that is why of all the day

    My praying time is best.

    When I am tired and come to Him,

    He always gives me rest.

    Illustrated by Karen Sharp