When long days drag on me

When long days drag on me

   And my soul cries in the dark

Then I speak my prayer in sleight

   And He slips it into my jar.

Prithee - give it wings to fly up

   Beyond to the sapphire throne - 

Leaving me amidst where I am

   Yet I do not feel alone.

Someday when time is cut sharp -

   I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong

And finding a full jar of prayers -

   Know that I was never alone.