Sometimes, O Lord, when I cannot pray,
I sit very still with nothing to say.
But never-the-less, I know you are there;
I whisper your name ’cause I know you care.
You know that I’m troubled with things on my mind,
And you know that I’ve been weak, so often unkind,
But your spirit is with me, right here in this home;
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