Sometimes, my prayers get no deeper than the name "Jesus". The rest of my hear and soul are in enough confusion, guilt, emotion, grief, or doubt, that nothing comes past just saying His name. And you know, I think He's okay with that. Oh, Jesus...
So I'll stand, with arms high and heart abandon.
In awe of the One who made it all.
I'll stand, my soul Lord to You surrendered.
All I am is Yours.