For Whom I Pray

They seem a seperate company,
Special and set apart,
And each one bears, all unaware,
The imprint of my heart.

For these are they for whom I pray;
The ones whose names I speak
Before God's throne, the ones for whom
His favor I would seek.

Some are my nearest, dearest. Some
But strangers in the street,
And some are those of whom I read,
But each name has a sweet

Significance, as though my Lord
And I a secret shared
About them, which will come to light
The day when hearts are bared

And all the hidden things made known.
Dear ones for whom I pray,
How sweet to meet you face to face
On Heaven's streets some day!

-by Martha Snell Nicholson