Prayer is a powerful thing,
it takes our hand so we can sing
praises to the One above,
miracles rain down on us.
I hear the children call my name,
fatherless, abandoned all the same.
I'm here to show them my Father's love,
let them know it's up to us
to take the time, kneel down and pray,
ask Him in our hearts to stay.
Jesus holds my heart in His hands,
His presence makes it hard to stand.
My love for Him is an overflowing stream,
in my soul He's placed a dream.
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