Rebecca Somoskey

I pray,

Lord, I need your touch today,

For I am lost, alone and wounded,

Sorely needing.


I wait,

Breathlessly expecting, not knowing how,

But still knowing that you surely will

Come to me.


I receive,

The warm, wonderful surge of love,

That fills me, thrills me, soothes my aching heart,

Incredible grace.


I praise,

A shout that begins so small,

And grows until it breaks forth in joyful sound.

Oh, hallelujah!