The following prayer is taken from the book The
Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers
& Devotions, edited by Arthur Bennett
The Valley of Vision
Lord, high and holy,
meek and lowly,
Thou hast brought me to the valley of
vision,
where I live in the depths but see Thee in
the heights;
hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold
Thy glory.
Let me learn by paradox
that the way down
is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the
broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite
spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting
soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is
to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the
crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is
the place of vision.
Lord, in the daytime stars can
be seen from deepest wells,
and the deeper the wells
the brighter Thy stars shine;
Let me find Thy light
in my darkness,
Thy life in my death,
Thy joy in my
sorrow,
Thy grace in my sin,
Thy riches in my
poverty,
Thy glory in my valley.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
A Prayer of Surrender
“Father, I abandon myself into your hands.
Do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I will thank you.
I am ready for all; I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me, as in all your creatures.
And I’ll ask nothing else, my Lord.” ~ ~ ~ Charles de Foucauld
Do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I will thank you.
I am ready for all; I accept all.
Let only your will be done in me, as in all your creatures.
And I’ll ask nothing else, my Lord.” ~ ~ ~ Charles de Foucauld
Monday, August 4, 2014
A Prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas
"O Lord my God,
bestow upon me
understanding to know You,
zeal to seek You,
wisdom to find You,
a
life that is pleasing to You,
unshakable perseverance,
and a hope
that will one day take hold of You." ~ ~ ~ St. Thomas Aquinas
Friday, August 1, 2014
Columbanus wrote . . .
Irish monk Columbanus wrote, “Blessed is the time of waiting, when we stay awake for the Lord, the Creator of the universe, who fills all things and transcends all things. How I wish he would awaken me, his humble servant, from the sleep of slothfulness, even though I am of little worth. How I wish he would enkindle me with that fire of divine love. The flames of his love burn beyond the stars; the longing for his overwhelming delights and the divine fire ever burns within me!” - from Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals
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