In prayer's embrace, the soul finds peace, 

A balm for hearts, their woes to cease. 

In faith's sweet hold, the weary rest, 

And findeth strength to face each test. 

Yet skeptics say, 'tis but the mind, 

That healeth wounds of every kind. 

No proof, they claim, in prayer's sweet plea, 

But in belief, the power be. 

In fellowship, the faithful stand, 

United strong, a mighty band. 

Yet some may lean on prayer alone, 

And miss the help that’s plainly shown. 

Thus prayer, a force both strong and weak, 

In faith and doubt, its truth we seek. 

For in the heart, where hope doth dwell, 

The power of prayer, none can quell.