Assuming for a moment that there is an all knowing, all seeing, benevolent creator of the universe who loves us and hears our prayers, I simply cannot believe that it is the order of those words--or the unique (or not so unique) arrangement that is important.
The ASSUMING is the part that gets you into it in the first place.
When my kids were little and it was time to feed them I didn't wait for them to badger me because their little tummy was bothering them with hunger. They didn't need to implore me with many words or any rituals. This idea of a Sky God who treats us like beggars and fools is repugnant to the "Father" concept and actually destroys any rational credibility
I've said it before and I'll say it again: You may as well dance the Hokey-Pokey as to talk to God, pray to him, beg him, implore him, importune him, seek him in prayer. It is a jolly waste of time.
When you say to somebody "I'll pray for you" try substituting either of these phrases next time.
1.Hey, I'm sorry to hear about your problems I'll be dancing the Hokey-Pokey for you.
Or, with even more stark honesty:
2.Hey, my heart goes out to you in your time of need. I'll be doing absolutely nothing for you myself; but, I'll pretend there is a supernatural invisible friend of mine who'll look after you.
See how rude that looks? It is because, essentially, we are doing nothing at all when we pray; BUT, we convince ourselves we are doing a Big Deal.
Empty self-deception, alas!
Terry