By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

I knelt before my Father God,
And boldly made request:
That all my heart would undertake,
Would be divinely blessed.

That in accordance with His will,
Success be given great;
That purity would mark the path,
That I would navigate.

And here my heart it did behold,
A scene before the throne;
A thousand Saints were praising God,
And seed was being sown.

I was there among the throng,
And many known to me;
And everywhere I turned, I saw,
A kindred, kneeling knee.

O the precious faith of those,
Who labor long in prayer;
Who understand that God does meet,
The soul that meets "Him" there.

My knees are my advancement,
And the answer to request:
The soul that prays will prosper,
And will be ... divinely blessed.

"And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odors, which are the prayers of the saints."
Revelation 5:8