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O Lord, I pray that You rid me of You. Save me, O God, from every image, every idea, every belief I have pressed into the silence where You dwell. For even the finest, most disciplined mind can hold You only as a caricature, and magnificent is still too small a word for You. You are a star no science will ever name. You are an unseen stream running through the world beneath my feet. You are the fire in my chest whispering the truth: You are not a being. You are Being. Closer than breath, closer than the thought of breath. You alone are Life. You do not cause suffering. You bear it with us. You do not hate. You are Love. You do not forgive. You have never condemned. Somehow, O Lord, You are perfect justice without judgment; the flame that reveals, not the hand that strikes. This prayer rises from a longing not my own. Though I am confused, I must respond. Your call is to reject all that is not Love, even when I find it in Your Bible. Let me walk through hell before I bow to anything less than Love. Unmake me, O Lord, and all that I imagine myself to be, that I may finally see. Amen.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
Heretic's Prayer
O Lord, I pray that You rid me of You. Save me, O God, from every image, every idea, every belief I have pressed into the silence where You dwell. For even the finest, most disciplined mind can hold You only as a caricature, and magnificent is still too small a word for You. You are a star no science will ever name. You are an unseen stream running through the world beneath my feet. You are the fire in my chest whispering the truth: You are not a being. You are Being. Closer than breath, closer than the thought of breath. You alone are Life. You do not cause suffering. You bear it with us. You do not hate. You are Love. You do not forgive. You have never condemned. Somehow, O Lord, You are perfect justice without judgment; the flame that reveals, not the hand that strikes. This prayer rises from a longing not my own. Though I am confused, I must respond. Your call is to reject all that is not Love, even when I find it in Your Bible. Let me walk through hell before I bow to anything less than Love. Unmake me, O Lord, and all that I imagine myself to be, that I may finally see. Amen.
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Wiseman
30/M/Glasgow
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
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