Some days your heart just aches.
Some days you just wonder why.
Some days you have a sense of sadnes you just can’t explain.
Some days are just hard and you don’t know why but you keep smiling and you keep moving.

IN THE QUIET

Quietly I struggle,
I need to hear Your voice.
My mind so full of clutter,
to feel I have no choice.

Humility escapes me,
too much pride fills my heart.
My mind a constant battlefield,
I know not where to start.

I close my eyes to pray,
so much clutter in my head.
Yet the silence overwhelming,
my heart to fill with dread.

Then the Spirit groaning,
the words I cannot say.
You hear my desperation,
as the Spirit prays.