• "Father, if You be willing

The Seed Prayer of All Prayers

Bathed round about by moonlit air,

Beneath the olive tree,

Our Savior knelt alone in prayer;

Sore spent was He.

And solemn through the moonlit air

The prayer of prayers arose;

But what it cost to pray that prayer

No mortal knows.

Only our hearts within us know

When they most broken be,

To that same garden we must go-


And only one prayer meets our need,

We learn to pray it there;

The prayer of all true prayers the seed,

Our Savior's prayer.


©2017 Kimberly Yoghourtjian

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