Palms upward receptivity
In a silent, pleading vain,
Eyes were closed, lips were moving
In this comfort she would remain.
Comfort, yes, yet pleading softly,
Moving in a watchful heart.
This heart moved to a loving Father
Holding still a faithful part.
A part of the truth containing all
Containing all in quiet peace,
Unmindful of all those around
Such prayer and praise will never cease.
What prayer? What praise? It is what I feel
When those half-raised I see
And feel the Spirit close at hand
Where I always want to be!
Yes, her hands were there raised upward
Pronouncing her proclivity (*)
Her lips moved in still petition
In her receptivity.
(*) Proclivity: Inclination, tendency
Sam Cox 4.18.05