A Puritan Prayer of Self-Deprecation
O Lord, My every sense, member, faculty, affection, is a snare to me, I can scarce open my eyes but I envy those above me, or despise those below me. I covet honor and riches of the mighty, and am proud and unmerciful to the rags of others; If I behold beauty it is a bait to lust, or see deformity, it stirs up loathing … Continue reading A Puritan Prayer of Self-Deprecation