“After this manner therefore pray you: Our Father which are in heaven, Hallowed be your name.” Matthew 6:9

I am sure that your name is to be hallowed

What I am unsure of is why my prayers so shallow?

How is it that I begin and end with, me?

My needs, my future, my victory

The truth is that my prayer time

Reflect the thoughts that gun down my mind

Paralyzed with fear, seized, discouraged, and helpless

Shifting the focus from me to the King, regaining focus

It is not about my money, health, or emotional security

It’s always been about knowing the Lord and walking in purity

Then my prayers get deeper, changing to Father “Please forgive”

I called myself a saint, danced with the devil and couldn’t forgive

My brother or sister over petty differences, unfaithful to the core

It makes so much sense that the door closed when I ask for more

Abba Father, You reign, You rule, Your absolute

Forgive me for my callous heart, I played the prostitute

Selling myself under every green tree

Befriending the customs of this world becoming your enemy

Weeping, determined to trust and serve Elohim, Who never changed

It all started with, “our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name!”

-Lady Jay

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