- Anonymous
Hey everyone , my mom sent me this poem a couple of weeks ago and I wanted to share it with all of you. Hope you all are doing well.
--Jason
It is like quietly opening a door
And slipping into
The very presence of God.
There, in the stillness,
To listen for His voice,
Perhaps in petition
Or only to listen,
It matters not.
Just to be there,
In His presence,
Is prayer.