GIVE ME WORDS TO SPEAK

What is it that drives this need to communicate? To speak either with my voice or written word? More importantly, for the last few days I have been pondering....what am I really trying to do...is this need to process things out in words some kind of catharsis...or is there really something of value that is trying to come out? (Rhetorical question)

Anyway...in the process of writing over the past few days, here and other places...I am drawing more and more to the idea that the things I write and say come from two places.

ME....and thats usually stuff that shouldnt pass my lips or fingertips...and certainly not anything anyone else needs to ever read, lest their eyes burn from their sockets or their ears melt from their heads. The me stuff.....well, I'm working on weeding that out.....because what I am trying to make more room for, I realized in a great song:

Callosued and bruised
Dazed and confused
My spirit is left wanting something more
In my selfish hopes
In my selfish dreams
I'm lying with my face down on the floor
Crying out for something more
Give me words to speak
Let my spirit sleep
Cuz I can't think of anything worth saying
But I know that I owe you my life
Give me words to speak
Don't let my spirit sleep
Every night
Every day
I find that I have nothing I can say
So I stand here in silence
Awaiting your guidance
I'm wanting only Your voice to be heard
Let them be Your words
Give me words to speak
(aaron shust)

That is what I want. To write or speak with my voice, and my wiring, but not out of my ken....but His...

So, I am spending more time sitting here in silence...waiting...not for whats in the forefront of my mind...but what is really in there...needing to come out....well, maybe needing is strong language...but you know...waiting...