Grandma'd prayed and prayed and prayed.
No answer was in sight.
Her hope was dim, she couldn't see
The way through the black night.


Grandpa seemed no closer now
Than when she'd first begun
To bend her knee and make her plea.
What good had pleading done?
  
     "Don't give up," the pastor said,
     "Now's the time to pray.
     When Satan tempts you to turn 
          back
     You know you're nearing day."


How she'd longed for his salvation
Pled with God for light;
She asked for grace, to seek His face
Prayed faith would become sight.


Two more weeks she cried and prayed
She braved the bitter fight
The conflict grew, her prayers got through;
Then Grandpa saw the light
    
     "Don't give up," the pastor'd said,
     "Now's the time to pray.
     When Satan tempts you to turn back
     You know you're nearing day."


My heart is heavy, weighed right down.
Incessant darkness drums.
I've prayed so long, hope's almost gone;
That's when God's Spirit comes.


Reminding me of Grandma's prayer
And how things came out right.
When she withstood, His promise could,
Turn her faith to sight.


     "Don't give up," the Spirit says,
     "Now's the time to pray.
      When Satan tempts you to turn back,
      You know you're nearing day."    
   
     "Don't give up," the Spirit says,
     "Now's the time to pray.
      When Satan tempts you to turn back,
      You know you're nearing day."