Bless the little voices, the ones that cannot pray
The sick, the hurt, the frightened, those who’ve gone astray.
Bless them though they cannot speak to call upon Your name,
Bless the little voices, for they need You just the same.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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