A little boy knelt down to say his bedtime prayers. His parents heard him reciting the alphabet in very reverent tones. When asked what he was doing, he replied, "I'm saying my prayers, but I cannot think of the exact words tonight. So, I'm just saying all the letters. God knows what I need, and he'll put all the words together for me."
Now, that is not far from a proper way…
CSS Publishing Company, Inc., Sermons for Sundays after Pentecost: Music from another Room, by Stephen M. Crotts