Dost bow your head, as they would say
In olden times when they would pray
We come before God with humble heart
In quiet thought at a place apart
In worship of His mighty power
Secure with Him, we pause in this hour
With troubled thought we seek a guide
Or time of joy… We do not hide
God knows us well. He loves us all
We rest in Him, both big and small
Now be assured. Release your stress
He bids us come, and he will bless
Dost bow your head
The Still Small Voice 
Beautiful.
Diane Tucker
” When you run alone, its called a race……and when God runs with you, its called Grace.”
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Prayer is such a gift!
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