I think perhaps, I am weary from looking at the cross. Such glory and grandeur are there, and I don’t know if I can handle glory and grandeur right now. I want a quiet peaceful morning. Give me my $3 worth of God and I will be fine.
Indeed it is not prayer, it may be something like prayer, the outward form or the bare skeleton, but it is not the living thing, the all-prevailing, almighty thing, called prayer, unless there be a fulness and overflowing of desires.