A Prayin' Man

As I walked softly in the room
his head was bowed down low,
His hands lay idly in his lap,
his breathing calm and slow.
 
I thought that he was sleeping
till he opened up his eyes,
He made me want to kiss him
when he said, to my surprise...
 
"Have I told you that I love you?
I was telling God right now,
Oh, I know He knows already
but I told Him anyhow...
 
"We both think you're something special
and I know that He'd agree
Nothing bad should ever touch you,
not if it were up to me!"
 
Prickly goose bumps start to tingle,
icy chills run up my spine,
And sometimes I have to pinch myself:
this prayin' man is mine!
 
And just before we start our meals
he always says a prayer,
For God to bless the food we eat
and keep us in His care.
 
I love it when he reaches out
and puts his hand in mine,
And speaking low, he thanks the Lord
when we go out to dine.
 
He asks the Lord's protection
when we're traveling in the car,
For angels to ride with us
if we're going very far.
 
I picture one above us,
on the sides, the front, behind,
Our housetop angel waves goodbye,
(but only in my mind).
 
Girls, you can keep the latest hunk,
I'm not a beef-cake fan,
Stud muffins leave me unimpressed,
give me a prayin' man!
 
He owns my heart forever
'cause there's nothing stronger than
Words of power, words of blessing
coming from a prayin' man!

~ Connie ~

"The effectual fervent prayer
of a righteous man
availeth much."
 
(James 5:16 KJV)

[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook Copyright © 2006 (cjcook@mynewroads.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]