You who see us more clearly
Than we ever see you,
We confess the stories we make up
to pad the empty places of our lives,
the false images we create in word and picture
To buffer our true selves
from our neighbors, from pain,
and sometimes even from you.
These lies are
no more comfortable
than the truth.
They hurt, too, God.
Forgive the avalanche of words and actions
that serve no good purpose at all.
Forgive all the ways in which we fall down;
And knit our broken pieces back together. Amen.
Prayer of Confession,
God on Broadway Series:
Dear Evan Hansen