Robert Hawker: Piercing Heaven – Puritan’s Prayers

Precious Lord Jesus, how will I express my soul’s sense of your love and grace, your mercy and favor?

Since you first revealed yourself to my heart, I am no longer my own. You have taken all my affections with you to heaven, and caused them to center everything in yourself.

So now, Lord, every day—sometimes every hour—when I hear your voice, I have to cry out, “No one ever spoke like this man!” (John 7:46).

Your words are sweet and perfect for my weary soul, and my sense of nothingness makes your fullness even more precious.

When I hear you say “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9), I feel a power that makes all my enemies seem as nothing.

Like your servant, I then truly “boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”

Be all I need, dearest Lord. Let me hear your voice and see your countenance. Because both in life and in death, in time and to all eternity, the voice of my Lord Jesus will be my everlasting comfort.

No one speaks like you!

Amen.