The Secret Prayer
You come to church, you wear a smile
And wave as friends pass by.
You seem just fine, but all the while,
You're striving not to cry.
For underneath your smiling mask,
You hide your flowing tears.
You say "I'm fine" to those who ask,
Disguising all your fears.
You tuck it all away inside,
So deep within your heart.
Afraid to share the things you hide;
Your doubts tear you apart.
You turn to God, His tender care,
Enfolding you in grace.
The only One your soul can bare -
To Whom you show your face.
Your groaning heart, it pours it all
Into the Father's hand.
The doubts, the fears, the times you fall,
Are countless as the sand.
But oh the joy of freedom's gain:
The burdens' sweet release.
The letting go of needless pain,
Exchanging fear for peace.
I watch you from across the way,
My name you barely know.
But somehow I feel moved to pray,
My words, they overflow -
"Oh Lord! I pray You set them free
From all their grief and shame.
That through all this, Your goodness see,
And trust in Jesus' name. "
You turn and walk towards the door,
And watching as you go;
My whispered prayers are more and more
That you would come to know.
Although I'm but a name to you,
God's burdened me to say:
He loves you, and His Word is true -
It guides you all the way.