A quiet time, a place of solitude
To retreat into that world of prayer
All by myself, no noise to intrude
Into my space; all is clear.
Try as I might, itís hard to explain
It happens over and over again
Thoughts unwelcome intercede
Interrupt connection with such speed.
A struggle to remove these uninvited guests
Meets strong opposition from these pests
This game in my space they enjoy playing
Take precious time away from praying.
I ask the Lord to intervene
To remove these creatures from the scene
I want to share this time with Him alone
Speak with Him as if Iím on the phone.
No distractions to invade my thoughts
As if praying was a game of sports
Direct communication with my Lord
No breaks, no gaps, to hear His Word.
So Lord I need your helping hand
Lead me to that solitary place
Before I reach that Promised Land
Help me, Jesus, to find my space.
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