But they are our secrets… and they count for much; they are our truth… rooted deep in our lives.
You are the God of all truth, and now we bid you heed our truth, about which we will not bear false witness…
The truth of grief unresolved,
the truth of pain unacknowledged,
the truth of fear too child-like,
the truth of hate, as powerful as it is deep,
the truth of being taken advantage of, and being used, and manipulated, and slandered.
We trust the great truth of your wondrous love, but we will not sit still for it, UNTIL you hear us.
Our truth – heard by you – will make us free.
So be the God of all truth, even ours, we pray in the name of Jesus, who is your best kept secret of hurt.