The House of Prayer

A poem by Helen Steiner Rice


Just close your eyes and open your heart
And feel your cares and worries depart.
Just yield yourself to the Father above
And let Him hold you secure in His love...
For life on earth grows more involved,
But God only asks us to do our best-
Then He will take over and finish the rest..
So when you are tired, discouraged, and blue,
There's always one door to the house of prayer,
And you'll find God waiting to meet you there...
And the house of prayer is no farther away
Than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray,
For the heart is a temple when God is there
As we place ourselves in His loving care...
And He hears every prayer and answers each one
When we pray in His name. "Thy will be done".
And the burden that seemed too heavy to bear
Are lifted away on the wings of prayer.