Monday, November 22, 2010

The Prayer of Love

Gracious Lord,
Thy name is love,
     in love receive my prayer.
My sins are more than the wide sea's sand,
     but where sin abounds, there is grace more abundant.
Look to the cross of thy beloved Son,
     and view the preciousness of his atoning blood;
Listen to his never-failing intercession,
     and whisper to my heart, 'Thy sins are forgiven,
     be of good cheer, lie down in peace.'
Grace cataracts from heaven and flows for ever,
     and mercy never wearies in bestowing benefits.
Grant me more and more
          to prize the privilege of prayer,
          to come to thee as a sin-soiled sinner,
          to find pardon in thee,
          to converse with thee;
          to know thee in prayer as
               the path in which my feet tread,
               the latch upon the door of my lips,
               the light that shines through my eyes,
               the music of my ears,
               the marrow of my understanding, 
               the strength of my will,
               the power of my affection,
               the sweetness of my memory.
May the matter of my prayer be always wise, humble, submissive,
          obedient, scriptural, Christ-like.
Give me unwavering faith that supplications are never in vain,        
          that if I seem not to obtain my petitions
          I shall have larger, richer answers,
          surpassing all that I ask or think.
Unsought, thou hast given me the greatest gift,
          the person of thy Son,
          and in him thou wilt give me all I need.

I love the language of olden days: 'the latch upon the door of my lips,' may it be so of me.  It sparks something deep within.  This little book called the Valley of Vision never leaves my coffee table.  The heart of the Puritans who wrote these love letters of prayer are pure and poignant.  May the marrow of our understanding be founded in Christ Jesus. Amen.


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