My prayers get mixed up with my thoughts,
with my writings, my musings,
it’s hard to keep choosing.
To express ones’ emotion
is like a strangling commotion.
Your’e too mature for that you know?
I really wonder if that is so…
The battle is not yours to fight.
Is it wrong, or is it right,
to let down your hair and not care,
if but, for a moment?
Yes I know it’s God’s will,
and I should just be still,
but that doesn’t stop my thoughts
from interfering with my prayers.
The tug-o-war on my heart strings
has me tripping and missing and messing up my steps.
I’d rather be saying prayers,
but my thoughts are here again today.
It seems I should just find a way
to let my thoughts be the the prayers I’d rather say.