Christmas is nearing, just days away.
We ponder gifts common and rare.
For the asking—peace, love and joy can arrive.
And how great is that grand gift of prayer.

The gift to converse with our Savior,
Not just when there’s a moment to spare.
Conversing is there for the asking.
He ever-beckons to us through prayer.

He awaits us eager to listen.
With loving heart, He so tenderly cares,
About all the things we have to say
To Him when we seek Him in prayer.

He speaks to us through the Scriptures.
And the words of the saints.  This is true.
He speaks to us through nature.
He speaks to me through you.

When we can be still and be silent,
In our hearts we can hear His voice.
Our minds, He fills with His wisdom.
In prayer, our souls rejoice.

Come to us now, dear Savior.
Come!  We are waiting for You.
Come and mend our hurting hearts
Heal each wound through and through.

Listen to loved ones dear Jesus.
Hear words that have not yet been spoken.
Beneath all disordered behavior,
Hear hearts hurting and badly broken.

Inspire our loved ones Lord Jesus,
To know how You love them and care.
Help them LORD to turn to You,
Find healing in You through prayer.

Your love for lost souls has no limits.
On each head, You count every hair.
This Christmas, may our loved ones find You,
In the most precious gift of prayer.