I speak in silence,
Though I know I’m heard,
Touched by an invisible hand,
Comforted by our Lord.
Hard times come,
And I try not to depend on Him,
I don’t want to ask for things,
At my every whim.
“Ask and ye shall receive”,
I try to keep in mind.
And when I’ve give in and felt weak,
He’s still just as kind.
I love this poem.