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A Man Who Can Pray


A MAN WHO CAN PRAY

I walked into the church last night and heard my husband’s voice
He was talking with the Lord again, it made my heart rejoice
For every time I hear him pray, I’m glad I made the choice
To marry a man who can pray.

He prays with earnest passion for those outside the fold:
He prays with tearful pleadings for those with hearts grown cold:
He prays and doesn’t care who hears, he prays with courage bold:
This world needs more men who can pray.

A man who prays is a man among men, who stands out above the crowd:
For no man is ever taller than when his head is bowed:
And no voice is ever more powerful than the man who prays out loud:
And real men are the men who can pray.

I walked into the church last night and in the stillness there
I saw a man with head bowed low, his heart o’erwhelmed with care
For me, for you, and for the church whose burdens we both share
I’m so thankful for a husband who prays.

Note:  I walked into the church Saturday night, June 7, 2003 while Milan and Don were having their prayer after cleaning the church.  Standing in the quietness of the sanctuary, listening to them pray aloud, I was inspired to write this poem…..especially in honor of Milan, but also for Don and all the men in this church, and all I have known during my lifetime, who are prayer warriors for the cause of Christ.
Copyright Joan Hart, 6.8.03

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