Please teach me, Lord …
I want to know
Exactly how to pray.
I need some words
Which ones are right?
Please tell me what to say.
I’ve bowed my head
I have knelt down,But …
should I be upright?
I’ve closed my eyes,
I’ve raised my hands,Or …
should I fold them tight?
Do I stand up?
Should I sit down?
Dear Lord … what do you like?
Are lights turned on
Or are they off? Maybe …
candle light?
Wear my glasses?
Take them off?
Be at my desk or table?
Should I whisper?
Speak out loud?
Do I quote the Bible?
What do you think about the time?
Do You prefer the dawn?
Should I pray fast,
Or keep it slow?
Better short … or long?
I’m new at this
What are the rules?
I want to do it right.
How do I know
You’ll even hear
That I am in Your sight?
And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,
“Oh, dearest child of mine …
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?”
“I don’t care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules.
Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak.”
“Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds …
You have no need to boast.
My child, you don’t need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray.”
