You know the secrets of my heart.
So, why do I have to pray? If you already know, I'd hate to put the Holy Spirit out of a job.
Yet, the words pour forth.
My concerns... my fears... my needs... my joys... my desires...
The foremost thoughts tumble out and they are slowly caboosed by the truths that I cannot hide from you.
I cannot help, but pray.
You can help and do.