Listening
When is it my turn for a prayer to be heard
All I can do is wait for your answer as I question
I help you touch so many lives
When will I see a change in mine?
Love and family in trouble again
I know I can count on at least one friend
You pick me up whenever I fall
Your love shelters me through the pain of it all.
Still I can't say if you've answered my prayers
But I'm standing here smiling, so should I even care
Because prayers are just words, answered or not
Your face is my compass, my city, my rock.