Some big, some small,
Some not worth knowing at all.
Some are wispy, some are deep,
Some show up and make me weep.
Some breed fear, some garner hate,
leading me to a hurtful state.
anxious thoughts pop up unbidden
though I try they won’t stay hidden.
I try to say a proper prayer
But nothing comes ‘cept useless air
Should I say a prayer someone else has written?
Not my own, and hope I’ll be forgiven.
“Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.”
Does a rote prayer count when thoughts disrupt?
The grass needs mowing, It’s time for supp.
But, it’s all I’ve got, when thoughts do bite.
to say His prayer takes all my might.
Then hallowed Father gives to me.
Jesus, the one who commands all authority.
By His power dark thoughts have to go.
Through faith I’m given this one thought to know—
Jesus loves me.

“Who has known the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?” But we have the mind of Christ. 1Corinthians 2:16