A church of prayer is more than walls, it hears the hurting when no one calls. It lifts the low, it bends to mend, it prays not just to God, but sends.

It opens doors when hope feels thin, and welcomes grace to walk right in. It kneels with those who cannot stand, and holds their sorrow in its hand.

It doesn’t wait for perfect speech, it reaches hearts too far to reach. With whispered prayers and steady care, It shows the love that lingers there.

A church of prayer is mercy’s flame, it speaks the truth, but not with shame. It weeps with joy, it sings through pain, And walks with Christ through loss and gain.

So let this church be known by love, by hands that serve and eyes that see, a house of prayer, a heart that dares to be the church that truly cares.
© Susan Ruth Robertson 92561/10202025