On my knees

On my knees,
I quieten my heart down, the pulse in my veins begin to slow,
With my head to the ground, my expectation of Him begins to grow.

On my knees,
With my eyes closed, I filter out the noise around me,
Hands lifted, I bring Him praise.
Sometimes I feel tears flow, because He lets me see,
the power of His mercy and grace.

On my knees,
I converse with Him, saying sorry for the wrong things I've done,
However to Him it all seems, He's happy that I'm back as His prodigal son.
Asking for directions of where should I go,
Without another word He just tells me follow.

On my knees,
I am granted revelation,
Sometimes things beyond my own comprehension.
I'm glad that I'm walking in the Light,
and I pray that I will never lose sight.

Amen.