O Father who sees in secret
I come not with a performance,
not with pretty words polished for men,
but with trembling honesty.
I am tired of praying to be seen.
Tired of fasting for applause.
Tired of giving so others think I’m good.
You see through it.
And still… You invite me in.
God, teach me the way of the hidden place.
Where the door is shut, and the noise fades,
and it's just You and me no platform, no pressure.
Just Presence.
You said,
“When you give…” not if.
So strip my hands of greed.
Let generosity flow, not for reputation,
but because You’ve given me everything.
You said,
“When you pray…” not if.
So burn away my empty phrases,
my babbling attempts to impress You.
You already know what I need.
You already know who I am.
Let me pray like a child,
not a performer.
So now I pray
Our Father… not distant judge, but Father.
Make me believe You love me like that.
Make me trust that Your name is holy,
even when my world is not.
Bring Your Kingdom yes, Lord.
Even if it wrecks mine.
Let Your will be done
not my dreams, not my timing,
but Your will…
even when it breaks me before it builds me.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Just today, Lord.
Not tomorrow’s security.
Just enough for this moment.
You are my manna.
Forgive us our debts…
And God there are many.
But Your mercy is more.
And still, You ask me to forgive others.
How can I?
You know how they hurt me.
But You went first.
You forgave me from a cross.
So soften my heart.
I don’t want to live chained to bitterness.
Lead us not into temptation…
You know what lures me.
What calls to me in the dark.
Deliver me, God again and again.
Keep my feet from the edge.
For Yours is the Kingdom.
Not mine.
Yours is the power.
Not mine.
Yours is the glory.
Not mine.
Forever. Amen.
Jesus,
You said I can’t serve two masters.
And still I try.
I chase both You and comfort.
Both surrender and control.
Both heaven and approval.
But I can’t do it anymore.
Free me from the love of money.
From the fear of not having enough.
From the lie that I am what I own.
You said,
“Do not be anxious about your life…”
But God I am.
I worry about what’s next.
About what I can’t control.
But You point to the birds.
They don't store.
They don’t stress.
And yet You feed them.
You say I matter more.
Do I believe that?
Help my unbelief.
Teach me to seek first
not eventually, not half heartedly
but first, the Kingdom.
First, Your righteousness.
And trust that all the rest will follow.
So here I am
in the secret place.
Unmasked.
Unfinished.
But seeking.
First.
In the name of the Father who sees,
the Son who taught,
and the Spirit who keeps me,
Amen.