The Prayer -- The Compass of Grace.

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Author´s Note: When in 1984, the Lord delivered me from the occult Hinduism. Kriya Yoga, New Age teachings and practices of Transcendental Meditation, Tai Chi Chuan, I Ching divination, and Astrology and restored my life and my calling to Christian service.

Lord Jesus, teach me how to pray.
Not with the cold wisdom of the mind,
But with the truth engraved upon my heart—
In the deepest hollow of the soul You formed.
I am not learned enough to find my way;
The world is a jungle, and I have lost the stars.
I hold the Map, but my eyes are blind to the ink;
Teach me to read the path, but mostly... guide my feet.

My legs are trembling, Lord; stay by my side.
Do not walk too far ahead, I beg of You—
Let me hold Your hand like a frightened child.
For if I fall behind in the shadows of the trees,
I run the risk of losing Sight,
I run the risk of losing You again.
Give me Your Will, for mine has withered away;
Let Your Light scatter the illusions of my mind.

Oh, take this burden, take this guilt away
Break the fetters that chain my weary feet.
I cannot stand the silence, the void within my chest,
I’m a child coming home, seeking holy rest.
Rule my heart, Lord, rule my wandering spirit,
I surrender all, just to let You lead.

I was the orphan of a thousand false gods,
Empty handed, imploring in my poverty.
Fill me with the riches that the world cannot see,
The peace that passes the understanding of men.
Teach me the rhythm of surrender and humility,
To accept the Grace bought by Your death,
And the Life blooming from Your empty tomb.

Replace the hollow space with Your purifying fire,
Swap my weak intellect for the Spirit’s discernment.
Use me, Lord—for I have made nothing of my days,
But You can craft a kingdom from the dust of my ways.
Make me a husband of truth, a father of light,
A brother who carries the weak through the night.

Help me to stay simple in my devotion,
To trust You in the whisper and in the storm.
Rid me of the weight, the heavy ghost of shame,
Deliver me from the chains that have no name.
I cannot endure this absence anymore;
I am standing, trembling, at Your mercy’s door.

Be the Ruler of my heart.
Do with me as You please.
Thank You for the ear that hears the broken...
Blessed be Your Holy Name.
(Amen... Amen)