Selfish Prayers

In a small and quiet room kneeling before the Lord,
The musty smell is sour to the nose.
The tattered pages of the soul search for healing,
Pleading on the selfish need and insecurity.
Touching self the breath never reaches God.
The prayers are used to strengthen vanity.
The touch of God is never felt in the musty room of the soul, the cobwebs grow thicker. They bar the blood from the soul.
The ego is all that is fed.
Child if you only knew what it was to pray, and taste His honey.

Satan is laughing in his den.