I plead a cause I think is just
With eloquence that man applauds
My guilded prayers melt into dust
Before the mercy seat of God
Is He who formed the mouth impressed
With many words and colored speech?
My empty prayers He sees undressed
And into dust He turns them each
But when I bow my knees and sob
That is a sound His spirit knows
Its measured beat meets with my throb
And cries to heaven overflow
And every word is deeper far
Than all the wells of earthly voice
No sounds of mine could ever mar
The pleadings of that Spirit’s choice
And when my God my prayer receives
It is not empty words He holds
His spirit intercedes for me
And turns my prayers of dust to gold.
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