A few lines follow from a prayer entitled [i]Self-Noughting
I wonder how much of the hidden and secret inner-life available to the Christian is lost upon us of our day because we neglect the disciplines of quite reflection and meditation upon the things of God and the word of God? What discoveries of God's greatness await us? What re-discoveries of His greatness await? Here are the lines and perhaps we can add some of our own afterwards.
Thou dwellest in the highest heaven and
this cannot contain thee;
I live in a house of clay.
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Thy power is almighty;
I am crushed before the moth.
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Thy understanding is infinite;
I know nothing as I ought to know.
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Thou canst not behold evil;
I am vile.
