I Saw My Father Kneel Oft in Prayer

I saw my father kneel oft in prayer

And I never doubted God was there

When I was upset from a very bad day

I remember, "Let's pray", he would say

Through him, I felt divine protection

And sometimes a redirection

Such that I knew I too could pray

When I needed assurance things would be okay

The day came for me to leave home

To progress unto worlds unkown

Oft times I prayed about my fears

And felt restored with love warm and dear

I am so thankful for my childhood start

To learn to trust what prayers impart-

A chance to unburden and bear my soul

And be assured I'm loved and have a role

May I be prepared to know His will

There to write it upon my heart and feel

The Lord alone lifts me from the power of sin

As He warms me with what's tender within

And as I mature I learn more and more

Answers are received when faith is formed

As then He opens doors otherwise closed

For how powerful and kind He is, how patient and close!

The He May Write Upon Our Hearts

President Henry B. Eyring

Ensign, August 2009, 5