Prodigal: I am going to keep singing praises till the cows come home.
Me: Amen, let me join you.
This is from The Valley of Vison by Arthur Bennett
O Lord God, Who inhabitest eternity,
The heavens declare thy glory,
The earth thy riches,
The universe is thy temple;
Thy presence fills immensity,
Yet thou hast of thy pleasure created life,
and communicated happiness;
Thou hast made me what I am,
and given me what I have;
In thee I live and move and have my being;
Thy providence has set the bounds of my habitation,
and wisely administers of all my affairs.
I thank thee for they riches to me in Jesus,
for the unclouded revelation of him in thy Word,
where I behold his person, character, grace, glory,
humiliation, sufferings, death and resurrection;
Give me to feel a need of His continual saviourhood,
and cry with Job, “I am vile,”
with Peter, “I perish,”
with the publican, “Be merciful to me, a sinner.”
Subdue in me the love of sin,
Let me know the need of renovation as well as of forgiveness
in order to serve and enjoy thee for ever.
I come to thee in the all-prevailing name of Jesus,
with nothing of my own to plead,
no works, no worthiness, no promises.
I am often straying,
often knowingly opposing thy authority,
often abusing thy goodness;
Much of my guilt arises from my religious privileges,
my low estimation of them,
my failure to use them to my advantage,
But I am not careless of thy favor regardless of thy glory;
Impress me deeply with a sense of thine omnipresence,
that thou art about my path, my ways, my lying down, my end.
Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us. Ecclesiastes 1:10 (KJV)
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
