July 19

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, is prayer to the soul.

We mutter, we sputter—

we fume and we spurt

We mumble and grumble—

our feelings get hurt

We can’t understand things—

our vision gets dim

When all that we need—

is a moment with Him

. . . men ought always to pray, and not to faint.

Luke 18:1     

Thank You, Lord, that we may, that we must, pray.