This is my prayer:

That, though I may not see,
I be aware of the silent God
Who stands by me.

That, though I may not feel,
I be award of the mighty love
Who doggedly follows me.

That though I may not respond,
I be aware that God
waits each day;
quietly, hopefully, persistently
waits each day and
through each night for me,

For me – alone.

Edwina Gateley