Lord

 You dwell within my heart.

 You do not need me to pray

 in the language I was born with,

 for You already understand me

 through the silence beyond all words.

 You do not need to hold my hand

 to feel its warmth,

 its trembling after the storms of life.

 You still understand, and You still love me.

 Lord

 You do not need to know who I am—

 my skin, my hair, or the color of my eyes.

 You only know within my heart

 the red blood flows deep and bright,

 a heart longing for peace,

 for love and for sharing.

 Like all others, with each beat and every breath,

 I am a life entrusted

 into Your hands.

 Lord

 I pray when tears fall,

 I pray when my smile blooms like a flower.

 I pray when the moon ascends the midnight sky

 and stars scatter across the galaxy.

 I pray when dawn breaks,

 and the sunlight warms the earth.

 You hear my prayer—

 grant me faith,

grant me shelter,

 grant me a home filled with love.

 And that home is in You.

 Lord

 Thank You for saving me and embracing me,

 despite my differences and flaws.

 I am still myself,

 and You still love me.

 I entrust into Your hands

 the beat of my heart,

 my breath,

 my life.

 I love You