Adapted from ‘Man a Nothing’ in The Valley of Vision
O Lord of Grace, I am a shell full of dust. I am deeply convinced of the evil and misery of a sinful state, of the vanity of my possessions and of my achievements. When you would guide me, I control myself. When you would be sovereign, I rule myself. When you would take care of me, I am anxious for my own care. When I should submit to your providence, I follow my will. I fault and correct your laws to suit myself. Instead of your glory, I look for man’s approval – I am by nature an idolator.
Convince me that I can not be my own god, or make myself happy. Show me that none of these things can heal a wounded conscience, or support a tottering frame, or uphold a departing spirit.
Then take me to the cross, and leave me there.