In Gethsemane, Jesus fell to the ground
His soul overwhelmed, no peace to be found
Wrestling with the flesh, He cried, "Not my will,"
In surrender, He prayed, God's plan to fulfill
Elijah bent low, face between his knees
For a prophetic promise, with fervent pleas
A posture of faith, He sought God's will
The heavens responded with rain to fulfill
Seven postures of prayer, and hearts that yield
From flesh to spirit, His power we feel
Lifting hands, bending low, surrender we show
In each sacred stance, God's blessings flow
Paul bowed his knees, for blessings from above
To manifest the spiritual, through God's love
Moses lifted the rod, hands raised high
For victory, God's power would never die
Daniel opened his windows to the sky
Focusing on Jerusalem, he would not deny
A heart full of trust, vision fixed and true
To realign his soul, God's promise to pursue
Seven postures of prayer, and hearts that yield
From flesh to spirit, His power we feel
Lifting hands, bending low, surrender we show
In each sacred stance, God's blessings flow
Mary at His feet, in humble devotion
Listening close, her heart's deep emotion
In her position of peace, she found heaven's grace
To hear God's voice, seeking His face
With hands lifted high, we confront our doubt
In the surrender of prayer, we call His name out
In the church or alone, His power we claim
Through surrender in prayer, we proclaim His name
Seven postures of prayer, and hearts that yield
From flesh to spirit, His power we feel
Lifting hands, bending low, surrender we show
In each sacred stance, God's blessings flow
Seven postures of prayer, and hearts that yield
From flesh to spirit, His power we feel
Lifting hands, bending low, surrender we show
In each sacred stance, God's blessings flow