Richard Neil ThompsonI Always say a prayerPassion fills my heart for you my precious love,when you died for me upon the cross, a gift from God above.Oh the agony you suffered to set my soul free,from sin and wrath of judgement, when you died upon that tree. A sudden burst of glory when you came up from the grave,There’s work to do, deadlines to meet,you’ve got no time to spare, But as you hurry and scurry,I always say a prayer.but In the midst of family chaos,“quality time” is rare. Do your best,let God do therest:I Always say a prayer. When you feel unlovable, unworthy and unclean,Whenyou think that no one can heal you,Remember, Friend,God Can. Fall away beneathmy feet. In the freedom and majesty Of the sentinels gaze,Faith is strengthenedAnd hope returned To a weary heart, Upon the silent flight Of eagle’s wingspanThrough the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with theworld; the problem was me.And for all of those times, I myself had been blind,I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that’s mine. Andthen I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of abeautiful rose And smiled, as I watched that young boy, another weed in his handAbout to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.