a chuckle and a sound

Amused, God looks me in the spirit
He has no need to verbalize
My ignorant folly, for I can hear it
Simpering softly before my eyes

How could I be so blissfully unaware
Of my own assumption of doubt?
That I believe the power of prayer
Is lacking in heavenly clout?

Whether I pray for my own sake
And the wisdom to prioritize,
Or for those caught in life's wake,
Or for a friend's spiritual fire to rise

Why does He choose to act and move?
It's not because I am devout,
But so the Mighty One can prove
Himself to man is what He's all about