You've prayed for years. Quietly, you've begun to wonder.
You prayed at his crib. You prayed when he stopped coming to church. You prayed the morning of his wedding and every morning since. Years of the same prayer, and from where you stand nothing has visibly changed. So the quiet question creeps in. Is anyone listening?
Here is what those years of prayer were never missing: faithfulness. You did your part and you never once stopped. What was missing was something in his hands. A man can be prayed for his whole life and still never have opened anything himself. Your prayers were the soil. He simply never had a seed he could hold.
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Prayed at his crib, prayed at his wedding
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The same prayer, every morning, for decades
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Years with no answer you could see
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Years of the same morning prayer