Father, I came to you like a child comes home, open-handed, open-hearted, believing I was known. But I wandered. I faltered. I built my own way. The journey's been long. The road's grown gray. And now the deeper I reach for your face, the louder the world screams into this sacred space. I study your word til my eyes go blind, but the more that I learn, the less that I find. The ones I trusted to show me the way have turned into strangers. What else can I say? So where do I turn? Who do I confide? My heart cries for more, but my flesh won't subside. Day after day, the same battle rages, my soul wants you, God, but my doubt still engages. I will not quit. I will not just coast. No false satisfaction will settle this ghost. You promised to fill me. You promised me peace. Yet I stand here unsettled, begging for release. I am not satisfied with crumbs on the floor. I am not satisfied with locked temple doors. Break the false evidence that blinds my mind, tear the veil down like it's the last time. I am not satisfied, and I won't pretend. Reach for me, Father. Draw near once again. My flesh has been winning. My mind is a war. My soul knows the truth but the world shows me more. The lens of this evidence has become like a cage, shrouding my vision, keeping me caged. But I remember now, in the smoke, in the flame, when that veil was torn open and glory came that's the God that I'm calling. That's the God that I know. God of all gods. The One who laid low every power that rises. Every lie that binds. Your majesty shadows all before you. Your greatness destroys all that opposes you. I am not satisfied with crumbs on the floor. I am not satisfied with locked temple doors. Break the false evidence that blinds my mind, tear the veil down like it's the last time. I am not satisfied, and I won't pretend. Reach for me, Father. Draw near once again. So help me in my failure. Show up in my fault. Soften this heart that has grown too hard and cold. Give me your strength. Gratify me with power. Teach me to walk in my identity this hour. I am not a victim. I am not a slave. I am a son of the God who conquered the grave. The chains of false evidence, I break them today. The veil of confusion, I'm throwing away. I draw near to you. Now you draw near to me. I'm stepping into the authority of who I was meant to be. You are God. You are God. You are God. And I will not stop until I know you. And I will not settle until I show you that this wrestling, this hunger, this refusal to quit is the signature of a son who remembers... You are God.
