(I believe originally by A.W. Tozer)
Father I want to know you, but my coward heart fears to give up its toys. I cannot part with them without inward bleeding and I do not try to hide from you the terror of the parting. I come trembling but I do come.
Please root from my heart all those things that I have cherished so long and which have become a very part of my living self so that you may enter and dwell there without a rival.
Then shall you make the place of your feet glorious. Then shall my heart have no need for the sun to shine in it for you yourself will be the light in it. And there shall be no night there.
May it be so, Lord Jesus.
We pray it in your name.
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