Dear God, you know my every thought, my every intention, my every secret. You know how strong is my desire to be a better person than I am and how, deep in my core, how strong are the forces that urge me to fall short. I am at war with self, and you know this even before I admit it.
Lord, let me feel your protective mantle. You are my shield, the roof over my head. I am so vulnerable, in truth. Without you I am exposed and naked.
How, my dear God, can I think more of others, even when I am fearful for my own fate? How can I place self-satisfaction behind service to my fellows? I want to have these right intentions, but if I am honest with myself, I am still seeking my own comfort and advancement.
Let me, Lord, find you under the mire within me. Grow inside my heart, and blot out the self-regard that bedevils me.