I may not know just what to say Or how to put it into words sometimes. My tongue gets tied All the words of other men Seem to sound so eloquent Compared to mine. When my brokenness is all I have to share I may stumble and stutter, but to You It's the perfect prayer. I want to speak words from my heart But I just don't know where to start sometimes. What are my lines I may not please the ear of man But somehow You still understand And It's all right. If I'm honest You will meet me anywhere And anything I whisper in Your name Is the perfect prayer. If I stood and paid You tribute With a long impassioned speech It still wouldn't mean as much As when I fall to my knees. When my silences are all I have to share My quiet time I spend in thoughts of You Is the perfect prayer.