O MY FORGETFUL SOUL,
Awake from thy wandering dream; turn from chasing vanities, look inward, forward, upward, view thyself, reflect upon thyself, who and what thou art, why here, what thou must soon be. Thou art a creature of God, formed and furnished by Him, lodged in a body like a shepherd in his tent; dost thou not desire to know God’s ways?
O GOD,
Thou injured, neglected, provoked Benefactor when I think upon Thy greatness and Thy goodness I am ashamed at my insensibility, I blush to lift up my face, for I have foolishly erred. Shall I go on neglecting Thee, when every one of Thy rational creatures should love Thee, and take every care to please Thee?
I confess that Thou hast not been in all my thoughts, that the knowledge of thyself at the end of my being has been strangely overlooked, that I have never seriously considered my heart-need. But although my mind is perplexed and divided, my nature perverse, yet my secret dispositions still desire Thee.
Let me not delay to come to Thee; break the fatal enchantment that binds my evil affections, and bring me to a happy mind that rests in Thee, for Thou hast made me ad canst not forget me. Let Thy Spirit teach me the vital lessons of Christ, for I am slow to learn; and hear Thou my broken cries.
From Valley of Vision – a collection of Puritan Prayers
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