Imagine each prayer has wings of its own,
From wherever place a man calls his home.
Across America or on foreign ground
The prayers ascend with a thundering sound.



Carrying despair, carrying pain,
Hopes of seeing their loved ones again.
Picture those myriad wings in the sky,
Billowing, swirling to God on high.



Oh, yes You listen, to every care,
Carefully counting each heartfelt prayer.
The hardest part is for us to hear
Negative news of one we hold dear.




While hateful stench from the towers arise
A prayer cloud on wings continues reprise.
Prayers for the lost beneath piles of debris,
Divine supplications-desperate pleas.



Oh Lord! Please protect heroes these days
Bless fire fighters -- police with Your Grace.
You hear each child’s cries borne on wings so small,
Cries of homeless, who have nothing at all.



Know the emptiness in a woman’s life,
Who becomes a widow instead of wife.
You will in time, sort out these many things,
Which come to you on fluttering prayer wings.



Bless iron workers and each volunteer
Doctors and nurses, whose prayer wings you hear.
Only the Magnificant God could know,
The distress of Your children here below.



You are in charge that justice be done,
By Your Will let retribution be won.
Keep His heavens filled with prayers on wings,
Winding their way to the King of Kings.



He has power to give us His Grace,
If we humble ourselves and seek His face,
Read His Book and understand,
He has the power to heal our land.