Thank you, God of the universe, that you condescend to make yourself known to low-lying, undeserving sinners in words we may understand and comprehend. Amazed that You made Yourself known in the very expression of Your Son.
To this great God we plea: “Come, Lord Jesus.” Until your grand entrance, grant us . . .
a quiet resolve to grow in the disciplines of grace,
a humble orthodoxy that transforms our hearts and minds,
a sweet savor to come, taste and see that you are good,
a soul desire for rewards in heaven,
a steady contentment in the simplicity of earthly needs met,
a growing dissatisfaction in worldly gain,
a delightful rejoicing in the celebration of the Spirit,
a considerate weeping with those who weep.
a holy restlessness when anywhere else but in Your presence,
a deep yearning for seeing you in heaven and for your promised return,
May we pray, “Come, Lord Jesus.”