A Praying Man

As I walked softly in the room his head was bowed down low,

His hands lay idly in his lap, his breathing calm and slow.

I thought that he was sleeping till he opened up his eyes,

He made me want to kiss him when he said, to my surprise...

"Have I told you that I love you? I was telling God right now, Oh, I know He knows already but I told Him anyhow

 "We both think you're something special and I know that He'd agree Nothing bad should ever touch you, not if it were up to me!"

 Prickly goose bumps start to tingle, icy chills run up my spine, And sometimes I have to pinch myself: this prayin' man is mine! And just before we start our meals he always says a prayer, For God to bless the food we eat and keep us in His care. I love it when he reaches out and puts his hand in mine, And speaking low, he thanks the Lord when we go out to dine.

He asks the Lord's protection when we're traveling in the car, For angels to ride with us if we're going very far. I picture one above us, on the sides, the front, behind, Our housetop angel waves goodbye, (but only in my mind).

Girls, you can keep the latest hunk, I'm not a beef-cake fan, Stud muffins leave me unimpressed, give me a prayin' man!

He owns my heart forever 'cause there's nothing stronger than Words of power, words of blessing coming from a prayin' man

 "The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much." (James 5:16 KJV)

Written by: Connie Hinnen Cook