For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. (Romans 10:13) KJV
Some years ago, I was managing a highway maintenance crew. Among our jobs was to repair signs, guard rails, pot holes, etc. We also would be called out to close lanes, divert traffic, and set up barriers for emergency crews.
One time I was taking a crew out to work on repairing some guard rail. We had several trucks. Along the way I spotted a sign that needed to be turned. I pulled my truck off the road and called my foreman to go on to the damaged rail, and I as soon as I turned the sign, I’d be there.
The other two trucks disappeared over a hill. Almost as soon as they were out of sight, I heard a loud crash.
I was quickly out of the truck and turned the sign. It took only a few moments. As I was getting back into the truck, A TexDot supervisor pulled up and rolled down his window.
He called to me. “Preacher man, we need you down the road and hurry.”
It was no secret that most of the workers on the highway knew I would drive the length of the highway that we covered and pray.

I got in my truck and followed the TexDot supervisor. As we went over the hill, I saw a horrific accident had occurred. An elderly lady was driving west and had crossed the median and hit an oncoming semi going east. She had hit the back end of the semi and completely knocked the tandem axles and wheels off. Her car was totally destroyed.
This was the first time I had ever been to an accident with a fatality. The Texdot supervisor was out of his truck and called to me. “Pray preacher. Pray.”
Emergency crews were not yet there. However, traffic was backing up quickly. From the other side of the highway a pastor from a local church came jogging up.
“I’ll pray with you.” He said.
When we got to the car, the scene up close was even more horrific. The pastor was visibly shaken, literally. He put his hand on my shoulder while I prayed. I said the 23rd Psalm and said that we committed her spirit to God, and I asked that God be with her family.
We then walked over to the truck driver who was physically unhurt. He was shaking and crying. I prayed for him as an emergency crew showed up and took him to their ambulance.

As we were walking back to our vehicles the pastor said to me, “I never saw anything like that. When I saw that poor woman, I couldn’t think of a single Bible verse. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to God.”
I said, “The truth be told, I couldn’t either. But I just said the name Jesus to myself. Whenever I’m at a loss for words in praying, I just say “Jesus”, and I keep on saying it until God gives me something else to say; even if I have to say it out loud. Sometimes all you can do is call on the Name of Jesus and let Him do the rest.