Dear Lord, we come to this morning knee-bowed and body-bent before Thy throne of grace. O Lord, this morning, bow our hearts beneath our knees, and our knees in some lonesome valley. We come this morning like empty pitchers to a full fountain, with no merits of our own.
Wash me with hyssop inside and out. Hang me up and drain me dry of sin. Pin my ear to the wisdom-post, and make my words sledgehammers of truth, beating on the iron heart of sin.
Put my eye to the telescope of eternity, and let me look upon the paper walls of time. Put a perpetual motion in my arms and fill me full of the dynamite of Thy power. Anoint me all over with the oil of Thy salvation, and set my tongue on fire.
Amen
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