I wake to silly music in my head
And when I try to pray it hangs around.
How pitiful I am to be misled
By such a meaningless and petty sound!
In honesty, I don’t know what to say,
For who am I to speak a word to God?
I get down on my knees, begin to pray,
The things I say just proves that I’m a fraud.
There’s darkness in my mind down to my soul
And I feel dead inside most of the time.
Oh Jesus, I need You to take control!
Please teach me what to say, please help me climb.
The Spirit intercedes with wordless groans. *
Why would I ever think that I’m alone?
Teach us what we shall say unto Him;
for we cannot order our speech by reason of darkness.
Job 37:19 KJV
* Romans 8:26