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Our Father

Our Father in heaven

Abba. Pappa!
Our pappa.

I crawl onto your lap
I lay my head upon your chest
I listen to your heartbeat

and I know what to pray:

Hallowed be your name

And I praise!
Yes, I praise you.

You are holy
not to be messed with.

Your name is
all.
Many names
You have revealed
Each revealing
Another polished facet
of You.

Your kingdom come

You're in heaven
And I can't see you!
I want to see you

So I pray:
that Day will come
When you will be seen
in your fulness

When I
can look into
your Eyes

And you will hold me
really.

Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

I can't grasp it:

But you
spoke
the universe
and it was.

And you
tell me
to speak
to create with you--

It is too wondrous:

CHRIST in me.
Christ IN me.
Christ in ME! ---

Gave ME
(your child)
authority:

To reach up and
Grab heaven down
And make heaven happen
Here.

You see,
There are no tears
in heaven.
There is no pain
in heaven.
He is there
in heaven.

We pray
and tears go away.
We pray
and pain goes too.
We pray
And He comes,
invited,
Here.

Give us today our daily bread

We might have enough
We might have more than enough.

But we remember
How quickly it can all disappear
And we remember
that you are more important
than anything we own
And we remember
That it all comes from you, anyway
And we remember
To pray for those who do not have
enough.

And we remember
To be generous.

Forgive us our debts

Huh?! Me have DEBTS!
What about that guy
cheating
swindling
abusing

Or what about HER, huh?
I ain't done nothin' wrong
compared to her. Yeah HER!

Compared to who?
Compared to You?

And you had to do WHAT because of that little 'ol thing I did?
You had to give so much?

To make me yours?
To keep me pure?

Please forgive me.

As we also have forgiven our debtors.

Ok, NOW you askin' too much!
You want me to forgive him for what he did to ME?
Ain't no WAY!
You heard me!
Nope.
Nada.
NEI!

Don't you know how bad he done me wrong?

You died for him
-- even him?

You mean that if I don't forgive him
It's like keeping his trash in my living room?

You mean that if I forgive him
I'm the one who gets free?

Can you help me?

And lead us not into temptation,

I can ask You
To help me
Stay away from things like...
well, you know...
like...

Things that look good to me
look good for me

But actually eat my soul out

and are counterfeits
for You.

But deliver us from the evil one.

I don't have to go around sniffing out demons
I just have to ask you to protect me

Because you already won
on the Cross.

For yours is the kingdom

You own it all

And the power

You rule it all

and the glory

You deserve it all --
all the glory
and honor
and praise

Forever.

This is just the beginning...

Amen!

Amen!

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  1. Wow. That was wonderful. God is definitely in your words. I can sense Him as I read. Thank you for inviting me to your blog my dear friend!

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