THE HOUR OF PRAYER

I wait for you in silence,

Soul and spirit yearn,

For Your Holy Presence,

My heart begins to burn.

My arid soul is thirsting,

As the deer for running streams,

You give me Living Water,

Refreshing, cool, and clean.

You ask if I will share with You,

The cross I’m called to bear,

You bring me to Mt. Zion,

In my hour of prayer.

-Myra D’Souza, 22 March, 2018