It was finally over. It had been a very trying day.
Upon his return home, he felt he needed to pray.
The need to get things done had stressed and worn him out.
Leaving him beat down with worried thoughts of self doubt.
He felt to pray for help. To ask that he not falter.
So he knelt at the couch and used itís pillow as an alter.
Now, many things are asked for when one begins to pray,
with troubles abounding, thereís always plenty to say.
But as he began, he thought of all the Lord had done,
all that had been given him from the Father and His Son.
So he offered the shortest prayer he ever offered before.
These are the words he uttered as he knelt upon the floor.
"Oh God the Eternal Father, of all Iíd like to sue,
all I feel to say is to tell you that, ...I love you."
He then uttered the same verse. Slowly and one more time,
came the simple humble words, sounding as a childís rhyme.
He expected no answer, just wanting to express his love
for the One who watches over him from so very far above.
But then a beautiful and wondrous feeling slowly fell upon
One that engulfed his being, from his head to his furthest
The feeling brought such joy that suddenly he burst into
And he heard a voice from above but not with his earthly
It came to his heart and soul, piercing him through and
The words were sweet and simple. He heard, "...I love you