The Oak Ridge Boys — Room Of Prayer

I just go to my room I call it my room of prayer There's a room that I can go to And I feel the Master's loving hand As I kneel down and pray I feel Him so close to me No matter when I call upon Him I can always find Him waiting there There's a room where I go I call it my room of prayer My room of prayer my room of prayer The Lord and I can be together right there And when I'm down I never worry For if I have more than I can bear I'll just go to the room I call it my room of prayer