In fifteen minutes I had spilled out a beautiful prayer, filled with majestic words and Biblical truth. "Our most sovereign Lord, who fills the ocean with its blue and seeks the lost..." I championed prayer as a mighty Goliath. It inspired people, encouraged them, and even motivated great prayer within their personal lives.

What an ugly lie. All these words flowing from my mouth might as well been sewage spilled from a closing resturaunt. Were they untrue? Did I not believe them? Neither was the case. If anything these were things I held dear to my heart. The ugliness was my lack of honesty. "Coming to the throne of God" is not language I use nor a way of thinking I adhere to. When writing poetry, a mentor will stress to his pupils to be honest, avoiding archaic words or "poetic" statements.

In the same line of thought, our prayer to God should be honest, void of "religious" wording but the same as we speak each day. When we come out crying "Abba, father" it seems that we would be crying from our hearts.

Then again, one man esteems the morning while the other esteems the night...