To whom do you pray when the day is dark?
And if those prayers are left unanswered,
Where do you turn?
For what do you pray when your soul is troubled,
A miracle in time or a simple smile?
What have you learned?
Does it matter if I pray in the day or the night,
Before I sleep or when I wake,
To make it right?
And where should I pray to feel his presence,
A house of stone or by a shimmering lake?
Show me the light.
Tell me why I should pray at all in the end,
Without certainty, no receipt do I take,
Just thoughts to send.
Does it matter then if it’s to no avail?
If it’s the deed itself that matters most,
To help me mend.