As in Heaven, So in Me

O Father high, yet ever near,
Whose perfect love dissolves our fear—
I lift my soul, a trembling flame,
To hallow deep Your holy name.

Your kingdom come—begin in me,
Not merely hoped, but lived, and free.
Let earth reflect Your perfect will,
As stars obey Your whisper still.

This day, O Lord, our needful bread—
Not riches vast, but daily fed.
And if my heart would clutch for more,
Teach me to trust You at the door.

Forgive our debts, our pride, our wrongs,
The silent roots where sin belongs.
As I forgive, break what is tight;
Release my fists; restore my sight.

Lead not my heart to evil’s snare
When weariness becomes despair;
But in temptation’s close confines,
Be nearer still—Your strength in mine.

Deliver me when shadows rise,
When faith feels small, when courage hides.
And fix my hope beyond what’s seen,
Till Heaven’s peace is felt within.

For Yours the kingdom—ever sure,
The power great, the glory pure.
From age to age, from sea to sea,
Let it be so…
As in Heaven, so in me.

I have said these words before—
Your kingdom come.
Your will be done.

They sound clean in the mouth.
Ancient.
Safe.

But tonight they feel dangerous.

Because if Heaven is ordered,
then something in me must move.
If Heaven is obedient,
then something in me must loosen its grip.

I ask for Your name to be holy—
and feel how much of my life
still wants it convenient.

I ask for Your kingdom—
and realize how carefully
I’ve been guarding my own.

So come.
Not as an idea.
Not as language I admire.
Come where I ration trust
and call it wisdom.

Give me bread for today—
not to stockpile,
not to prove I’ll be fine tomorrow,
but enough to teach my hands
how to open.

Forgive what I justify.
Name what I excuse.
And as You forgive me,
strip the satisfaction
from holding someone else hostage
to my hurt.

Do not let temptation look harmless.
Do not let weariness choose for me.
When escape feels easier than faith,
be closer than the pull.

Deliver me—
not only from evil out there,
but from the quieter one
that lives inside delay,
inside partial obedience,
inside prayers I hedge.

Because Yours is the kingdom,
and I want it here.
Yours is the power,
and I am tired of pretending
mine is enough.
Yours is the glory,
and I no longer want to borrow it
for appearances.

So let it be done.
Not just above me.
Not just around me.

As in Heaven—
so in me.