Praying with Power

The hammer was useless laying up on the shelf.
It had not an ounce of strength in itself.
Then I took it and raised it and wielded the blows
and the nails went the place they were wanted to go.

My prayer, it was lifeless and the words I said
were empty, and useless, my emotions were dead.
Then the Spirit took hold and lifted my soul,
my thoughts and desires were held in control.

And the words as I spoke seemed to echo through space,
for my prayer had ascended the throne of God's grace

by : Marie Boeman