Why are you so discouraged, and in despair,
Why do you feel like pulling out your hair.
Why do you walk around grieved all day,
And make everyone think you've lost your way.
And aren't you tired of the fleshly you,
And aren't you tired of being so blue.
There is an answer, the Lord doth say,
The Lord doth say, you gotta pray.
It doesn't matter if your knees do crack,
It doesn't matter if it hurts your back.
It doesn't matter if it takes out some of the day,
Or if you only see that show half way.
What matters is that you stop to pray,
You can start by thanking the Lord for the day.
Then confess your sins, He is faithful and just,
To cleanse us from all un-righteousness.
You know that the Lord, He is good,
And He can help you behave just like you should.
So remember the way to get through the day,
Is the way to your knees, on the floor to pray.
Now I know you do thank Him for your food,
And I know you pray, when you need some shoes.
But the Lord, He does, want more from us,
Then a stop by hello, and the goodby dust.
So the next time you pray, don't make it a chore,
Try stopping in, and really visiting the Lord.