I heard it once told of memorials stacked up high
Every prayer on top of the other up in the sky
To pray and pray again; send them on up
Even when there’s no answer; never give up
Do I have a tower up there with my name on it?
I’m sure the Lord does with it what He sees fit
But today I asked him to go to another’s tower
I remember her prayers that she would shower…
Upon Heaven for each and every saint…
Her prayers she prayed for the heavy and the faint
For today my pleas don’t seem to be going through
A little girl needs You to do the work only You can do
So go to the memorial set up by a departed friend
Find the prayers she prayed for this child weekly she’d send
Answer each and every time she’d cry out her name
And send Your Holy fire, Your purifying flame
A New Life 
This reminds me in Revelation 8: …twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls being full of incenses, which are the prayers of the saints.
God never forgets our prayers. They are all a memorial offering.
Praying for your friend…
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Oh cool. I like that verse. Thank you Kathy. Prayers are much appreciated
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