Poems (Kimball)/Praying in Spirit
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PRAYING IN SPIRIT.
But thou when thou prayest enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret.—Matt. vi. 6.
INEED not leave the jostling world,
Or wait till daily tasks are o'er,
To fold my palms in secret prayer
Within the close-shut closet door.
Or wait till daily tasks are o'er,
To fold my palms in secret prayer
Within the close-shut closet door.
There is a viewless cloistered room
As high as heaven, as fair as day,
Where, though my feet may join the throng,
My soul can enter in and pray.
As high as heaven, as fair as day,
Where, though my feet may join the throng,
My soul can enter in and pray.
When I have banished wayward thoughts,
Of sinful works the fruitful seed,
When folly wins my ear no more,
The closet door is shut indeed.
Of sinful works the fruitful seed,
When folly wins my ear no more,
The closet door is shut indeed.
No human step approaching breaks
The blissful silence of the place;
No shadow steals across the light
That falls from my Redeemer's face.
The blissful silence of the place;
No shadow steals across the light
That falls from my Redeemer's face.
And never through those crystal walls
The clash of life can pierce its way;
Nor ever can a human ear
Drink in the secret words I say.
The clash of life can pierce its way;
Nor ever can a human ear
Drink in the secret words I say.
One hearkening even cannot know
When I have crossed the threshold o'er;
For He alone who hears my prayer
Has heard the shutting of the door.
When I have crossed the threshold o'er;
For He alone who hears my prayer
Has heard the shutting of the door.