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colliefan -> RE: Writing down prayers (6/8/2008 10:58:56 PM)
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Prayers For The Journey Let truth, light of my heart and not the shadows within me speak to me! I slid down into that state and was in darkness, but even from there I loved you. I strayed, and yet I remembered you. I heard your voice behind me, telling me to return, but I heard only faintly because of the uproar of the restless. And now I am returning, sweaty and out of breath, to your fountain. Let no one get in my way. I will drink this and I will live it. May I not be my life; I have lived badly on my own. I was my own death. I revive in you. Speak to me; discuss with me. I have believed your books, and their words are full of mystery. SAINT AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO (354–430) O God, I have tasted thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want thee: I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me thy glory; I pray thee, that so I may know thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.” Then give me grace to rise and follow thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. In Jesus’ name, Amen. A. W. TOZER (1897–1963) Lord it is my chief complaint That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee, and adore; O for grace to love thee more! WILLIAM COWPER (1731–1800) Lord, let me not henceforth desire health or life, except to spend them for thee, with thee, and in thee. Thou alone knowest what is good for me; do, therefore, what seemeth thee best. Give to me, or take from me; conform my will to thine. BLAISE PASCAL (1623–1662) My soul is too small to accommodate you. Enlarge it. SAINT AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO (354–430) Father, we thank thee that dark and uncertain is our future because in darkness and doubt we must cling more closely to thee. Father, we thank thee that there will be pain, because through pain we are forced to clutch at thy hand. Father, we thank thee that there will be loneliness, because in loneliness thou art more surely our friend. Father, we thank thee that there shall be death, because dying we come unto thee. JOHN S. HOYLAND (1830–1894) Let me know myself, O God, that I may know thee. SAINT AUGUSTINE OF HIPPO Day by day, dear Lord, Of thee three things I pray: To see thee more clearly, Love thee more dearly, Follow thee more nearly, Day by day. RICHARD OF CHICHESTER (1198–1253) Lord, make me an instrument of your peace, where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI (C. 1181–1226) Father, let me hold thy hand and like a child walk with thee down all my days, secure in thy love and strength. THOMAS Ŕ KEMPIS (C. 1380–1471)
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