You regard Your Word above Your name, teaching me to how pray: lead me not into temptation but deliver me from evil! But the evil of this world is soaking wet, drenching all four corners of this earth. Where can I run to, where can I hide!

I hear these voices say “Dwell, dwell in the secret place of the most high!” I turn to my left and I turn to my right, I see gardens of Eden none of them missing the bite.

Save me for your name’s sake, don’t allow me to be swallowed up by the darkness of this world. You say my spirit is willing, oh but I know my flesh is weak. Cutting off the left to keep the right sane, whilst being blinded by the plank because this dust rather I stay in eternal pain! 

Talk about a house being divided: my whole being is being torn apart. My hands reaching for the clouds yet the heel of my feet being pulled through the ground.

Pause.

You bruised my heel? Don’t I also bruise your head?

Nah. I need a nap, I need to reset. I need to go to bed.

Holy Spirit.

Your word says bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh, the same way she came from him is the same way I come from You. The same way You died and rose again, the same way I rise and conquer death!

Your Word…above Your name…teaching me how to pray.