Whispered Prayers

Whispers in wishing wells.

Prayers spoken in secret

of the things we hold close

that we love and we cherish.

Who can we take these precious things to?

Who can give us hope, when we're deflated and blue -- 

when we think our words aren't heard,

when we're certain they are lost somewhere 

out there in the wide, wide world?

"Who will care for these things that are a part of me?" we say.

"Who can I trust to hold them, to hold them for me everyday?"

The brother who is lost.

The sister who's gone rogue.

The mother who's words

cut right to the throat.

The baby in the womb.

The electric bill on the table.

The care that we carry 

as we work harder than we're able.

Who can we take these precious things to?

Who can give us hope, when we're deflated and blue -- 

when we think our words aren't heard,

when we're certain they are lost somewhere 

out there in the wide, wide world?

"Who will care for these things that are a part of me?" we say.

"Who can I trust to hold them, to hold them for me everyday?"

We turn to the sky, we look again for the pie.

Oh, pie in the sky come to me!

But then we look and notice just then

the hand of the Man who can help us, love us, 

and not just for pretend.

A real love from a real Him.

We're choked up and realize all the things we hold close 

are just as important to Him.

Just as important to Him.

We breathe a sigh of relief to know we're not alone.

"You really are with me, God. You really do care. 

You really do hear me when I speak whispered prayers.

You really do hear me when I speak whispered prayers."