Father,

How I long to speak with You,
yet the words they do not come.
I know You know my thoughts,
they don’t make it past my tongue.

My mind so full and tangled,
a battlefield within.
A heart so full of longing,
confusion setting in.

“Father” is all I seem to muster,
from the chaos deep inside.
You reach down with gentle hands,
I know You hear my cry.

Without a word to escape my lips,
You hear just what I say.
The jumbled mass inside my head,
now has gone away.