Sometimes I do not pray in words,
I take my heart in my two hands.
And hold it up before the Lord,
I am so glad He understands.
Sometimes I do not even pray in words,
My spirit bows before His feet.
And His hand upon my head,
We just hold communion, silent, sweet
Sometimes I do not pray in words,
For I am tired and long for rest.
And my heart finds all it needs,
Just resting on the saviour's gentle breast.
