Please don’t pray for me,
It doesn’t show you care.
Please don’t pray for me,
Anytime or anywhere.
. . .
Don’t ask for me to stay nearby,
Or for my travels faraway.
Don’t ask that I’ll be who you want me to be.
My insides are starting to fray.
. . .
Stop telling God that you know best.
Stop telling him you’re more wise.
Your passive “cares” are going nowhere,
To me they’re only lies.
. . .
I’m transforming into a better me,
And it’s not your prize to take.
I’m grateful to the universe,
As for direction, I won’t sway.
. . .
‘I prayed for this’ you tell me proudly,
‘Or this Scripture brought your name to mind.’
You didn’t listen or see my cringe,
As a new loving acceptance I did find.
. . .
I don’t want to be who you want me to be,
Or live as you desire.
I’m done with all that people-pleasing.
My former self now ashes in the fire.
. . .
Stop praying for me, I plead, I pray.
Stop asking for your way.
Cease fire on my weary soul.
Your prayers won’t take my freedom away.
. . .
I will admit what I know is true,
For I’m guilty of this too.
I’m sorry for my selfish ways.
I’m sorry that I prayed for you.
Are your prayers/intentions lifting others up, or are you using them to get your way?
Love-Pressed 