I found this poem in the March, 1986 issue of Beacon Lights.
I often say my prayers,
But do I ever pray?
And do the wishes of my heart
Go with the words I say?
I may as well kneel down
And worship gods of stone,
As offer to the living God
A prayer of words alone.
For words without the heart,
The Lord will never hear;
Nor will He to those lips attend
Whose prayer is not sincere.
RK