Pray – Seven Mile Walk

In moments of dispassion, there is a way
When faithfulness is fashion, our path is the same
A humble submission is its own reward
With every contrition, greater things are in store

Get on your knees and pray
Get on your knees and pray
Get on your knees and praise him
Where would we be without him?
Get on your knees and pray

There is no lonely answer, unfailingly sound
But life can pass as chance or take its place as profound
Each gesture of weakness waits to be redeemed
Each manner of meekness tells a tale of the esteemed

Without pieces, a puzzle lingers
So are we, incomplete
Like a shadow, he has no body
If not for head and hands and feet
We are his head and hands and feet