And Pray I Do Poem by Malory Joyce

Who can decide what I pray, and pray I do
and beyond these four corners,
my voice sends a whisper through,
it sends on through.

I am not doubtful in what lurks the other side,
my trust is held in the hands of my belief,
and at any moment I decide to hide,
it shall find me.

I'm lonely, I'm lonely,
but I know you'll hold me.
I'm falling, I'm falling,
but I know you'll catch me.
I'm praying, I'm praying,
because I know you can hear me.

I lie upon my bed and shut my eyes,
soon I shall join my place in your hands,
there is no place I rather lye,
no other place.

Who can decide what I pray, and pray I do.
My voice sends a whisper through,
it sends on through.