It has been said that the prayers of a righteous man fly to heaven like arrows.
I figure mine lurch like a three-legged rino with a thorn in one of his remaining feet.
Mine too but they get there...It’s all that counts.
No prayer is ever wasted.
That made me laugh.
Seriously though, since I strongly resemble your rhino, I like to believe that God has pity on me knowing my shortcomings. My will is to make a beautiful prayer but my ability falls short BUT when I DO make a beautiful prayer, I know that the Holy Spirit gave it to me.