"The Ministry of Prayer"

My mother will be ninety next year...a hard fact to digest.  I never think of her as old and her mind remains as sharp as ever.

I recently was telling her how significant her contribution was to my life--and literally hundreds of others--through her faithfulness in prayer.  I write a short simple poem about this to her on Sunday afternoon after a long conversation we shared together.

The Ministry of Prayer

(from a grateful son to a praying mother)

The seasons of life

Sometimes seem unfair.

We question our worth

As we seek God in prayer.

And when we approach Him

We find Him there

Imploring us to serve Him

In the ministry of prayer.

The demands of young life

Make such ministry rare.

The priorities of life

May diminish our prayer.

Life often slows down

Less responsibility to share

But a greater opportunity 

To minister in prayer.

Others won't see it

But we really don't care

For the Father above

Sees our ministry of prayer.

I want you to know

The best gift you share

Is your faithfulness to God

In your ministry of prayer.

That's for you mom...

\