When I Pray (Poem)

When I pray…

I only call out One Name.

Of Him who deserves all praise and all fame.

At this moment I realize that none is His equal, none is the same.

And I’m left by myself, humbled and ashamed.

When I pray…

I try to bow down as deep as I can,

For no just ruler, nor king or man,

But for the One who was there when time began,

And organizes everything according to His plan.

When I pray…

I feel so insignificant, so small

When I'm standing in front of the Most Powerful of all

And I hope He'll hear my desperate call

To pick me up after every downfall.

When I pray…

I try to express my gratitude in so many ways.

And I search for the most beautiful words of glory and praise.

In this moment I feel showered by His Grace,

And hope grows to be amongst those who will one day behold His face.

When I pray…

I try to pray as if it’s my last,

For time is running out and days pass by so fast,

So when on that Day and in front of my Lord I will be asked,

I will not regret my past…