My Puny Prayer

I offer You, O Lord, my puny prayer,
it pauses slightly, starts to disappear,
then somersaults up a celestial stair,
dragged down somehow by all my sins and fear.

My prayer once said so far away has gone,
I only know by faith it still is flying,
I trust God does not greet it with a yawn,
that weak and lonely somewhere it's not dying.

Christ takes my puny prayer at my request,
suffuses it with all His powerful grace,
my now all-potent prayer is set to rest
with infinite power before God's loving face.

God hears my prayer, He even saw it coming,
and so His answer sets me to a-humming.

                         -- by Pete Voelz        3/04