Father
We long
to hear the word of commendation that you have for the widow,
But our
hearts are like the rich young man we love our wealth.
Our eyes
see into eternity only dimly.
But we
are enthralled by the lure of this world.
Forgive
us.
And
change us.
Without
your Spirit doing a sovereign work in our hearts we are doomed.
Grow in
us a heart of grace, turned outwards, loving you more than loving our comforts;
And seeing others as people made in your image.
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