My Little Prayers Matter

My little prayers matter, 

a thought, an urge from my heart to His, a whisper in His ear in the morning mist. 

My little prayers matter, 

it’s amazing how it does, the words are so few yet they have the power to change that what was.

My little prayers matter, 

they’re not insignificant, not at all, they’re not loud, not eloquent, but just as powerful a call.

My little prayers matter, 

so I will let them go, when my mind says,” never-mind”, my heart will say ,” no.”

My little prayers matter, 

for they were heaven sent, so that when the need was mentioned my heart knew exactly what it meant.

My little prayers matter,

they’re just as meaningful as all the rest, they don’t come for show, not intended at all to impress.

My little prayers matter,

for after all it was one of those little prayers that led me home, for it was barely a whisper but it was heard way up at  His throne.