Saturday, August 02, 2014

For We Do Not Know What to Pray for as We Ought

Every so often, I am reminded of the importance of prayer. Thankfully, I have the Holy Spirit as my mediator because many (if not most) times my words and thoughts are so inadequate, unfocused, and/ or selfish.

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. (Romans 8:26-27. ESV.)

Thank you, God, for the Holy Spirit! I never feel alone, unprepared, or defeated. You are with me, always!

O Lord,
No day of my life has passed
          that has not proved me guilty in thy sight.
Prayers have been uttered from a prayerless heart;
Praise has been often praiseless sound;
My best services are filthy rags.
Blessed Jesus, let me find a covert in thy appeasing wounds.
Though my sins rise to heaven thy merits soar above them;
Though unrighteousness weighs me down to hell,
thy righteousness exalts me to thy throne.
All things in me call for my rejection,
All things in thee plead my acceptance.
I appeal from the throne of perfect justice
          to thy throne of boundless grace,
Grant me to hear thy voice assuring me:
          that by thy stripes I am healed,
          that thou wast bruised for my iniquities,
          that thou hast been made sin for me
              that I might be righteous in thee,
          that my grievous sins, my manifold sins,
              are all forgiven,
              buried in the ocean of thy concealing blood.
I am guilty, but pardoned,
          lost, but saved,
          wandering, but found,
          sinning, but cleansed.
Give me perpetual broken-heartedness,
Keep me always clinging to thy cross,
Flood me every moment with descending grace,
Open to me the springs of divine knowledge,
          sparkling like crystal,
          flowing clear and unsullied
          through my wilderness of life.
(Bennett, Arthur. The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions. Carlisle, PA. 2007. Pg 83.)
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