O unapproachable Light, how can I fold these guilty hands before Thee? How dan I pray to thee with lips that have spoken false and churlish words?
A heart hardened with vindictive passions:
An unruly tongue:
A fretful disposition:
An unwillingness to bear the burdens of others:
An undue willingness to let others carry my burdens:
Fine words hiding shabby thoughts:
A friendly face masking a cold heart:
Many neglected opportunities and many uncultivated talents:
Much love and beauty unappreciated and many blessings unacknowledged:
All of these, I confess to Thee, O God.
I thank Thee, O loving Father that through all the ages You have shown Thyself accessible to the prayers of erring mortals such as I; and I praise They name that in the gospel of Jesus Christ Thou has opened up a new and living way into Thy presence.
So let me lie down tonight thinking, not of myself and my affairs, or my hopes and fears, or even of my sins in Thy sight, but of others who need Thy help and of the work that I can do for their sakes in the vineyard of Thy world. Amen.
John Ballie Diary of a Private Prayer
Tim Cameron Writings 