Each morning I pray to you, LORD.
before I travel to the land
of darkness and despair, the place of no return.
I prayed to you, LORD God, and you healed me,
Each morning you listen to my prayer, as I bring my requests to you and wait for your reply.
We know that we will die, but the dead don't know a thing. Nothing good will happen to them--they are gone and forgotten.
I begged you to listen. "Help!" I shouted. "Save me!" You answered my prayer
Very early the next morning, Jesus got up and went to a place where he could be alone and pray.
