In prayer, we often fall into a routine. The words spill out because it is habit and we follow a rhythm that sweeps us up into an auto pilot like course. We forget what they mean.
"Our Father;" (not our Mother) who art in heaven; (yes there is a heaven); hallowed (holy, consecrated, not said in vain!) be Thy name; Thy kingdom come (yep, it's coming), Thy will be done (God's will not ours), on earth as it is in heaven (ah, a sneak peek!). Give us this day our daily bread; (and what a glorious day and bread it is!); and forgive us our trespasses (would we expect nothing less?) as we forgive those who trespass against us (okay, that's the tricky part!). And lead us not into temptation; (never) but deliver us from evil (without a doubt). Amen (I believe!).