When I Said My Prayer

Father, when I said my prayer,

And asked if you were really there,

You spoke to me with tender care.

I’m seen, I’m loved, I am unique.

You blessed me with a soul so meek.

A spirit that draws me to you, I seek.

The answers come; the answers go.

Some are fast, and some are slow.

Patient or not, I’m forced to grow.

A broken heart I bring to you.

Replaced with love I’m given anew.

By atonement, a Savior has felt this too.

I finally found the path for me.

A calling, a ministry, who I’m meant to be.

My feet protect; I’m running free.

But never was I meant to roam,

Without the guidance of my heavenly home,

Where you and Mother stand at the throne.

I wonder, dear Father, and I believe,

Her feminine power does in me weave,

A knowing thought and intuition perceive.

Someday I will know for sure,

The endless heavens with all their allure,

And I’ll have a place to forever endure.

But while I reside in this temporal place,

Keep me, Father, in your good grace,

And tell my Mother I miss her sweet face.

Steady I stay,

Along the way,

'Till I see that great day.

Amen.