Our prayers are sailing forth,
Not on a sea of forgetfulness
But on a great ship of mercy and grace,
Heavenward they sail to the throne above.
The Lord hears the mother’s plea
He bends to the cries of the brokenhearted.
Tears are gathered into His treasured bottles
The answers are on the way.
The centurion cried, “My son is ill,
Please come before he dies!”
Our pleas and cries are urgent too,
Lord help, we need you now!
Soon that ship delivers those pleas,
Landing at the throne of grace.
Angels bow down, wings cover The Glory
Holy, Holy, Holy is their cry.
Behold, the answer arrives, amazed we stand
It came the hour Jesus heard.
It left our lips, sailed to His Heart,
He spoke and it was done!
John 4:43-54
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