“The Last Voice I Hear”

(Slam-style night prayer · guarded mind · holy rest)

Father in Heaven ✝️📖✝️,
I pray in Jesus Christ✝️ name as your Holy🕊️Spirit dwells
Among the night lights,
Your universe that glows,
before my breathing slows,
before the echoes of today
try to follow me into tomorrow—
I come back to You✝️.

I step out of the noise,
out of the scroll,
out of the voices that compete for control,
and I set my mind where it belongs—
not in reaction,
not in replay,
but in rest,
anchored to truth.

Some things tried to linger.
Some thoughts tried to rent my attention.
Some patterns tried to tell me
who I am,
what I want,
what I should chase.

But tonight,
I take authority;
To cast down imaginations,
every loop, every lie, every distortion of my
identity
that dared to rise higher than Christ.
Tried to sell me the illusion of mice in my midst
Just a lie!

So I don’t
fight with force—
Or settle with faith.
So I don’t wrestle the noise—
Or replace it with grace.
By I now know Lord
My clear alternative!

Your Word✝️ says You✝️
keep me in perfect peace
You take care of me
the one whose mind is stayed on You,
so I stay…
not drifting,
not distracted,
not divided—
I stay blessed.

I release what doesn’t align.
I resist what doesn’t refine.
I refuse to let systems remember my cravings,
predict my obedience,
or answer questions
You were meant to handle in Your time.

Search me, God—
If something entered today that didn’t serve truth,
let it exit now without leaving a mark.

I lay my thoughts down like tools at sunset,
work finished, purpose intact.
Even my rest is an act of trust,
because You never sleep,
and You never slack
(Psalm 121:4).

So I place my mind under holy watch.
No anxiety standing guard.
No fear pacing the halls.
Only peace posted at the door,
only truth on the walls.

I am guarded.
I am governed.
I am renewed by You.

In Jesus Christ’s name ✝️,
the last voice I hear is God.
Good night. 😴💤
Amen.