Oh beautiful,
Can I read how I consumed your heart?
in the nursery of your birth
in the orchard of your agony,
on the cross of your suffering,
in the tomb of your resurrection
in the sky of your intercession.
Encourage me with these thoughts to challenge my opponent,
dodge your temptations
resist your traps,
give up the world,
be brave for the truth
Deepen in me the meaning of my holy relationship with you,
like a spiritual boyfriend,
one even with Yahweh
friend of sinners.
I think of your glory and my wickedness,
your majesty and wickedness
your beauty and my deformity,
your purity and my filth,
your justice and my wickedness
You loved me infinite and immutable
that I can love you as I am loved;
You gave up on me
that I can give myself to you;
You died for me.
I can live for you
every moment of my time,
every movement of my mind,
every time my heart beats
That I never flirt with the world and its seductions,
but walk by your side,
Listening to your voice
dress up with your graces,
and adorned with your righteousness.
From: The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers