The Battle is Won on Our Knees

 The Battle is Won on Our Knees

Can we not see the forest for the trees?
The battle is not won by our strength, but on our knees.

 There is a God in heaven on His throne.
He waits to bless and answer the prayers of His own.
How small a view we seem to have of prayer,
How swiftly troubles turn our hope into deep despair.
Instead of constant communication
We cry to our Father in desperation.
In His love and mercy He hears us still,
He hearkens to our call and our need He will fulfill.
 He yearns for us a closer walk,
That throughout the whole day we might commune and talk.