You Know His Number

This poem was on my cousin's blog and I borrowed it, Thanks Kelsey I really needed to hear this and to remind me How important Talking with Our Heavenly Father.
  
You Know His Number
His line is never busy,
Pick you your phone and see.
You will always be able to reach Him,
Just drop to your knees.
You have unlimited minutes,
I know you have always been told,
And I will guarantee one thing,
You'll never be ask "will you hold?"
I'm not a "little prayer rock",
So don't tuck me in your drawer.
Don't put me under your pillow,
Or chuck me on the floor.
But keep me close beside you,
And use me all the time.
For in this world around us,
Satan's at his prime.
You can call when you need Him,
Or just to have a chat.
Just bow your head and call,
"Heavenly Father, where are you at?"
And when there's an emergency,
No need to dial 911.
Just close your eyes and say,
"Help me out or forgive me for what I have done."
It's never too late to call Him,
He never goes to bed.
Remember, "ask and ye shall receive",
Is what He said.
So next time when you're feeling down,
Or maybe feeling blue.
Just pick you your little prayer phone,
He'd love to hear from you.
Rhonda Shawyer