Prayer

So often I find myself concerned with everything this world has to offer, I ignore God in order to focus on me. It is such an easy trap to fall into, especially through prayer. How often do I see my own wisdom, my own wants, my own hurts as being all-important, as standing before everything else. I pray to God and ignore his wants, his desires, his intentions, because the only thing I can think about is what I want. This is the gist of the following poem.

Who am I to speak to you
To call upon your name and ask for you my will to do
To raise my hands in arrogant supplication
Demanding from you unjust reparation
That my own selfish needs might be sated
My self-glorifying wants be thence created
Though my deepest needs I know are few
And, so oft, ignoring them; I, with need, my wants imbue
So little ever caring for my eternal destination
Seeing in it no convenient present application
Now my own eternal destiny I have hated
And though, for Christ, to heaven I am fated
I fall low and fear this is not my fairest due
But knowing I stand upon the rock, knowing Christ is true
That with him I shall have my eternal habitation
And hope in death to find, though undeserving, commendation
Now, in this life, though I do better know, my thoughts are jaded but then
In eternity I shall find the righteousness for which I've fought and waited