I thought that I must not consider prayer
in relation to that which I do
but rather
that which I am
Not as something that I must find time for
and then perform
but that which is now become so pervasive
and so permeating
that like my breathing
it is ongoing
oft unconscious
a function of my being
an atmosphere into which I am placed
something I watch for and yield to
as a Son
and with that Spirit within
a position where I now awaken
ship without oars
immersed in a mighty river
that quietly and imperceptibly
except to quickened eye
flows clear as crystal
Instead of an inner and continual sucking need
a fullness overflows
with thankfulness and praise
even adoration
to Him who sits on the Throne
not of heaven’s distance
but nearness to my very heart
The sacrificial fires ever burning
desolation no more
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