It’s hard to pray it’s hard to pray
It’s hard to keep on asking
When the answer don’t come
When wishes don’t come true
When mercy don’t take shape
When my restless soul is waiting
It’s hard to pray
All the same I pray for rain
Feel like wildfires follow me
And I cannot get away
All the way from the Pamlico
Out to Los Alamos
I pray for rain over many miles
But all I see is smoke
Still I pray I pray for repair
For the damage done beyond control
By floods and hurricanes
Water has its way
Of rearranging things
Breaking levees, breaking trees
Breaking up families
Even so I say a prayer
For the baby girl and her mama too
Who I met the other day
At 10 months and 17
They made a pretty pair
I put two dollars in their can
It was all I had to spare
In spite of it all I still pray
With a wandering whispering tiny sound
For the wind to blow away
