An interceding heart

My heart and my soul,
   my arms and pockets are filled
      with the people I pray for, Lord…
You know who they are and what they need
   and don’t need me
      to speak their names…
But something’s sacred
   in saying aloud the names of those
      who’ve asked for my prayers…
Something’s holy
   in whispering to you
      what they once whispered to me…
And something’s graced
   in simply remembering
      the prayer I saw in their eyes…
My heart and my soul,
   my arms and pockets are filled
      with the people I pray for, Lord…
Hear every prayer I whisper
   for all of those who’ve asked me
      to mention their names to you…
Amen.

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