Prayer is the instrument we play for a listening God. Our prayers do not flow like a concerto, nor are they fluid like a symphony, nor rhythmic like a march. They are halting and unsure, like a child's first piano piece. God is patient.
Still, they are music to God's ears. God knows the melody, the refrain is His. He has taught us.
We draft the lyrics the Spirit presents perfectly pitched; dynamics, pacing, aptly interpreted. Our hearts strum the chords, Harmonies float on invisible wings to His heavenly balcony. And rest upon Him.
"When they call upon me, I will answer them."
And there was glory, the 7th day. There was Glory. Prayer is the instrument we play for a listening God.