Who can fathom the intimacy of prayer?
Your eyes never leave me.
Your Heart is ever open to my sighs.
You wait, watching to catch my eye.
You watch, waiting for a return of love ,
And suffer my distraction.
You listen for my footsteps.
You long to hear my voice,
And Your Heart leaps,
When I whisper Your Name.
Who can penetrate
The devotion of Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
To this poor work of Your Hand,
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
For the final touches of Your Love?
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Be Holy! 
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Beautiful…and a moment of respite I badly needed right now.
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Very suitable for the recent feast of the Sacred Heart. A good reminder for those of us fighting distractions in prayer.
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I love this stanza:
“Who can penetrate
The devotion of Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
To this poor work of Your Hand,
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
For the final touches of Your Love?”
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Thank you Carol. It is hard to wait, but one day………
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Such a beautiful poem on prayer. “You suffer my distraction.” That just jumped out at me. So true. I get distracted so much lately. God is so patient.
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Amen! God bless you, Colleen.
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