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.

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