to the Valley

My Greek professor reminded us of the Valley of Vision. He encouraged us to pray through it on a regular basis. I remembered and started this morning by opening to the back (because I already read most of the beginning prayers). The Puritans had a way with words that I only wish I could mimic in writing let alone my prayers.

Father of Mercies, Hear me for Jesus' sake.
I am sinful even in my closest walk with thee; it is of thy mercy I died not long ago;
Thy grace has given me faith in the cross by which thou hast reconciled thyself to me and me to thee, drawing me by thy great love, reckoning me as innocent in Christ though guilty in myself.
Giver of all graces,
I look to thee for strength to maintain them in me, for it is hard to practice what I believe.
Strengthen me against temptations.
My heart is an unexhausted fountain of sin, a river of corruption since childhood days, flowing on in every pattern of behavior.
Thou hast disarmed me of the means in which I trusted, and I have no strength but in thee.
Thou alone canst hold back my evil ways, but without thy grace to sustain me I fall.
Satan's darts quickly inflame me, and the shield that should quench them easily drops from my hand:
Empower me against his wiles and assaults.
Keep me sensible of my weakness, and of my dependence upon thy strength.
Let every trial teach me more of thy peace, more of thy love.
Thy Holy Spirit is given to increase thy graces, and I cannot preserve or improve them unless he works continually in me.
May he confirm my trust in thy promised held, and let me walk humbly in dependence upon thee, for Jesus's sake.