She entered the house of the Lord
Rendering what was owed
A little prayer from a faithful ward

The humble damsel knelt
Down at His feet to pray
Pray, her mother declared
Pray, her friends had said
For it was the only time He was hers.

The hopeful dame prays long
She feels the cold unyielding floor
She feels her sore toiling throat
But prayer was a necessity
The only time she was in the vicinity
Of all that she was guaranteed
She got everything but such

So here the hammered doll was praying
Starving to the extreme
Esteem weathered
Smothered, till she believed,
Perceived her existence as a privilege

She would look up to Him
Eyes yearning, heart aching
Begging, just like a child
Hoping for a little validation

They had reduced her to this
Random occurrences seen as signs
And she would pray harder for this
Because no one had ever told her
Her joy was worth a prayer as well.