I wrestled with the Lord in prayer;
All day all night, I wrestled there;
And then as morning streaked the sky,
The Lord bent low and made reply:
"This thing you've asked, dear child, of Me
Is there for eyes of faith to see;
The eyes of flesh will not believe
What eyes of spirit can perceive.
Reach out and take it, child of Mine;
This thing you've prayed for, It is thine."
And sure enough, my lifted gaze
Beheld the heavens all ablaze;
The newborn sun it's glow unfurled
Across a breathless, waiting world.
I could not yet the answer see,
But in the very depths of me
A gentle "knowing" took control,
And peace embraced my quivering soul.
That's why today each time I pray,
I know the answer's on the way.
I do not place undying trust
In what I see with eyes of dust;
Thank God for eyes of faith, He cares!
And still is busy answering prayers.