No Quotas for Prayer
I do not have to pick and choose
Requests that I will pray;
There’s not a limit on the things
My God will do each day.
He has no quotas set for prayer,
No limits on His grace;
He won’t run out of strength I know
Or hide His shining face.
Compassion flows from dawn to dusk
Then through the lonely night;
His mercies greet each morning new
With patience always bright.
So when I have desires and needs –
Impossible or small –
I bring them to my Father’s throne
And know He hears them all.
Christina Joy Hommes
This poem is part of Summer for the Soul a 14-day spiritual “devo-cation” that will refresh and encourage your heart. Get a copy to read or share here