Teach me to pray, Lord.

Take away my fine words and careful diction. Make my language plain.

Teach me to pray.

(Letter #2,668)

You stop me in my tracks, you lay me low. Today is a day of rest.

Let me rely upon you, Lord. Let me learn to see the gift of ease.

(Letter #2,667)

Yesterday’s woes, let me discard them.

Tomorrow’s fears, let me not take them up.

Let me sing as I march, that others may hear and come with as we walk up into the mountains.

Let me carry only today’s load, Lord.

(Letter #2,666)

In the quiet dawn, I seek you and listen for guidance. Is this enough? Will what I hear in the gloom carry me through the day?

In the heat of battle, why do I not call for you then?

Lord, let me seek you constantly, even amid chaos and distraction.

Let me do your will today.

(Letter #2,665)