life2
07-28-2012, 11:58 PM
Prayer Time
A blur of colors standing in a row
Words spoken silently
Misty eyes touch the soul
Of those who understand
Concentration etched on faces
Trying to absorb the words
Time slows inside as the meaning
Flows through the heart
Lifting the spirit out of darkness
Shining light into the soul
As heads bow in humility
To Him who always watches
A blur of colors standing in a row
Words spoken silently
Misty eyes touch the soul
Of those who understand
Concentration etched on faces
Trying to absorb the words
Time slows inside as the meaning
Flows through the heart
Lifting the spirit out of darkness
Shining light into the soul
As heads bow in humility
To Him who always watches