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