I was lying in my bed,
I thought I was already dead,
Everthing was twisting in my head,
I wished all would end!
On my bed where I lay,
I got up and started to pray.
Jesus came down that day,
And told me to just obey!
I stayed under His power,
From that day till this hour!
My life has never again been sour!
I now stand as firm as a tower!
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This poem fills my heart with praise. I've been there lying in bed, troubled and couldn't find sleep. I called on the name of Jesus and He came to my rescue, Hallelujah!!! Thanks for sharing this powerful poem about prayer. God bless you.