The sower sows the word.
Only you, Lord, can prepare the soil of my soul to receive the seed of your Word. All I can do is rely on you. I use so many of my own futile words when I talk to you. I want to listen, instead. You have the Word of Truth. Silence me, so that I may absorb it.
You take me to a place outside myself that is really inside myself, for my center is at your center. There is time for everything, for there is no time, only Eternity. Thy will be done.