Casting cares with worship and praise

“Please pray…!””Please pray…!” So many requests come our way,
and our heart says, “Yes, I will pray, I will pray, now and today- that God will move, that God will comfort, that God will be all that He IS to you. He is a very present help in times of trouble, so we ask Him, “Dear Lord be all that You are!”
And He says, “I AM.” “Be Still.”
So, I stop and read some poems written long ago, as my heart today feels so heavy-and my mind just can’t focus- but the words help me pray- I then cast all my cares upon You:
“God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect His ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears.” 
“When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee: So swift is prayer to reach the sky; So near is God to me.”
“In Thee, most holy, just and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust.” (Poem by CH Spurgeon).
How I can see your face so much clearer, tis true, when I repeat the words that have been written about You:
“Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus I come. Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light, Jesus, I come to Thee. Out of my sickness, into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth. Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee.” (Jesus, I Come by William T. Sleeper).
“Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I come. Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Jesus, I come to Thee….
...Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm, Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm. Out of distress to jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to Thee.” (Jesus, I Come by William T. Sleeper).
Praying with spiritual poems and hymns, and the word of God increases faith:
“When I am afraid I will trust in You. In God, Who’s word I praise. In God I trust.”(Psalm 56:3,4).
“I bow towards thy mercy-seat: Haste, Lord, thy servant haste to meet, To thee, addressed, my sorrows rise; Lord, bend thine ear, accept my cries.”
“O let my prayer before thee come, Sweet as the censer’s fragrant fume; And may the hands, which thus I rear, An evening sacrifice appear!” (poem by C.H. Spurgeon).
“O lead me to the Rock That’s high above my head! And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. Within they presence, Lord, For ever I’ll abide: Thou art the tower of my defense, The refuge where I hide.” (Poem by C.H. Spurgeon).
“A shade by day, defense by night, A shelter in the time of storm; No fears alarm, no foes affright, A shelter in the time of storm. O Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, weary land, a weary land. O Jesus is a Rock in a weary land; A Shelter in the time of storm.” (Hymn by Vernon J. Charlesworth, 1880).
Words written so long ago, for me today…that I might pray.