O my forgetful soul, Awake from thy wandering dream; turn from chasing vanities, look inward, forward, upward, view thyself, reflect upon thyself, who and what thou art, why here, what thou must soon be. Thou art a creature of God, formed and furnished by him, lodged in a body like a shepherd in his tent; Dost thou not desire to know God’s ways?
O God, Thou injured, neglected, provoked Benefactor, when I think upon your greatness and your goodness I am ashamed at my insensibility, I blush to lift up my face, for I have foolishly erred. Shall I go on neglecting you, when every one of thy rational creatures should love thee, and take every care to please thee?
I confess that thou hast not been in all my thoughts, that the knowledge of you as the goal of my being has been strangely overlooked, that I have rarely seriously considered my heart-need. But although my mind is perplexed and divided, and my nature perverse, yet my secret dispositions still desire you.
Let me not delay to come to thee; Break the fatal enchantment that binds my evil affections, and bring me to a happy mind that rests in thee, for thou hast made me and canst not forget me.
Let thy Spirit teach me the vital lessons of Christ, for I am slow to learn…
…And hear thou my broken cries.
~ adapted from Valley of Vision