Psalm 1211 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
There are times there is really nothing to say, and whatever words you have are so inadequate to express whats buried deep inside, that you stutter, and then choose to be silent. This is where I am and this is the passage God gave me. He is my refuge. He alone is my hope. All else is meaningless and futile.