What do I wanna say…
When I raise my hands to pray?

My needs, wishes, wants, desires
Are hidden not to His mighty eye
My lips break not, I feel on fires
Heart cries with a silent sigh

I know He knows, I know He listens
Even to what I try not to speak
But I must beg, my moans tag, since
He likes outburst, not an inner squeak

He sits in wait, closest to crest
Ready to my asking His grace
My Lord is great, His gift the best
Then why be not a slave in face

That’s how now I wanna say…
When I raise my hands to pray