When you talk to the Lord, don’t come in disguise—
For he already sees through all pretenses and lies.
You might as well be honest, letting your true self appear,
For God listens best when our words are open and sincere.
While we’re busy talking, we don’t easily hear.
We pray with our mouths, but we hear with our ears.
Like holding a walkie-talkie’s button down tight,
We can forget to pause and let him speak outright.
Some talk to God as if he were distant and stern.
He’s closer than our breath, full of love and concern.
Our Father and Friend, he is never cold or aloof.
He welcomes our voice in warm, honest truth.
Sometimes we sigh, “God, you’re silent today.”
When actually, he always has something to say.
Like Saul who stopped listening when truth felt too tough,
We tend to complain when what he has said isn’t enough.
We passionately pray for healing of body and bone,
Yet ignore deeper wounds that God wants to own.
Symptoms shout loudly, but root issues will hide
Until prayer digs them up so he can work inside.
Some prayers aren’t answered the way we intend—
Not from thin faith nor too few who contend.
For God sees the puzzle from far overhead,
While we study one piece and feel troubled instead.
Prayer isn’t magic to rewrite God’s plan.
It shapes the deep places of woman and man.
It softens our hearts till resistance will end,
And teaches us, “Father, your will is my win.”
He hears every word that we whisper or sigh,
For he sees each sparrow that falls from the sky.
And when he says no, it’s the best kind of love,
For he sees what we can’t, from his wisdom above.
So pray without ceasing. Yes, pray all the time.
Let it grow in your heart like music with rhyme.
For the more we trust and the more we seek,
The more we hear what God wants to speak.
