A Springtide Of Invigoration

Prayer blossoms
Into full flower;
When it lifts
My pleading soul,
To be more attentive,
And more sure,
Of the Gift,
Than of the need;
Of the grace,
Than of the failure.
Erenow;
I can but sigh,
In mortal submission:
"I am Yours,
If You will";
And when He wills;
My bidding prayer,
Is transformed,
Into a springtide
Of invigoration,
With the full
Light and Life,
Of My Risen Savior.