It Is All A Snare To Me
Sometimes it is good plus helpful when others give us words to pray. Through the years, many have prayed the prayers of the Puritans through books like The Valley associated with Vision . This prayer, titled Personal Depreciation is as great and helpful every of them, for it gives words to universal experiences.
My each sense, member, faculty, affection is a capture to me, I can scarce open my eyes but I envy those above me, or even despise those beneath.
I actually covet honor and riches of the mighty, and am very pleased and unmerciful to the rags of others; basically behold beauty it is a bait to lust, or see deformity, it stirs up loathing and disdain; how soon do slanders, vain jests, and wanton messages creep into the heart!
Am I comely? What fuel designed for pride!
Am I deformed? What an occasion with regard to repining!
Am I gifted? How I lust right after applause!
Am I learned? How I despise the things i have not!
Am I within authority? How prone to abuse my rely on, make will the law, exclude others’ enjoyments, serve my own interests and plan!
Are I inferior? Just how much I grudge others’ pre-eminence!
Am I wealthy? How exalted I become!
You know that all these are snares by my corruptions, and that our greatest snare will be myself.
I bewail that my apprehensions are dull, my thoughts mean, my affections stupid, my expression low, my life unbeseeming; yet what can you anticipate of dust plus levity, of data corruption but defilement?
Keep me personally ever mindful associated with my natural state, but let me not forget my heavenly title, or the grace that may deal with every sin.