When we talk to God
For whatever the cause
Does He turn toward the sound
Do our words give Him pause
Does delivery matter
When we feel we should call
A shout, or a whisper
Or no sound at all
When we talk to God
To pray from the bed
In a hospital room
And wait for release
From the pain and the gloom
Aware of our plight
Before we can call
Does He secretly listen
Ear pressed to the wall
When we talk to God
When the weight of the World
Presses down on our soul
Are our words like spun silver
Or black dirty coal
To cry out for comfort
From the end of our rope
Is it selfish of us
Our want for Hope
When we talk to God
The Man on the Brink
The Slight Starvin' Child
The Desperate Mother
The Planet Defiled
A plea, or a wish
Or a humble request
Will He shuffle and sort
Does He always know best
When we talk to God
Our witness and faith
And the praises we sing
Do these make us worthy
To ask for a thing
Great nations in Chaos
A dead baby bird
A moment distracted
Might our words go unheard
When we talk to God
The wait and the wonder
With nothing to show
Is it too much to ask
Just a yes or a no
Is He simply too busy
Should we brace for a fall
Are His hands to His ears
Is He listenin' at all
When we talk to God
Fish
All I know is, when my friend went off the reservation yesterday we prayed. When a preacher reached out to me to pray for him, my friend walked back into his house.
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