Here's another one that a prudent person ought to think twice before praying. I'm not necessarily very prudent, but I did think twice about it. Then I prayed it anyway.
We don't know what we need
Until we don't have it --
And sometimes not even then.
O Lord, smite me with my need.
Level me with it,
Lay me low
Before the blast of Your refining furnace.
Make my need
Loud and ugly and vile,
Easy to hate,
Easy to leave behind
As I dive into
The bottomless refreshing blue
Of Your all-sufficient
Grace.
Noises From the Machine
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