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O my Savior,
I am so slow to learn,
so prone to forget,
so weak to climb;
I am in the foothills when I should be on the heights;
I am pained by my graceless heart,
my prayerless days,
my poverty of love,
my sloth in the heavenly race,
my stained conscience,
my unspent opportunities.
I am blind while light shines around me:
take the scales from my eyes,
grind to dust the evil heart of unbelief.
Make it my primary joy to study you,
meditate on you,
gaze upon you,
sit like Mary at your feet,
lean like John on your side,
appeal to Peter to your love,
count like Paul all things nothing.
The Valley of Vision A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, slightly updated
So do not throw away this confident trust in the Lord.
Remember the great reward it brings you!
Patient endurance is what you need now,
so that you will continue to do God’s will.
Then you will receive all that he has promised.
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Perseverance in the race is the critical part of following.