The Wanderer in the Valley of Vision [Christian Poetry] (Full Manuscript)

A Prayer against False Comfort

My Father-King,
Do not let this hunger die in me
Nor let Satan pluck from my heart this seed
Your Word to save which was sown
Let me not quench but cultivate to grow

Draw a line in my soul with Your Sword
To set apart what with Your will accords
Discernment between my fearful and Your loving comfort
Awake what sleeps and break what is stubborn

You are the Comforter and will come for me
In my fears
Deliver me from my Flesh that dims Your light I see
And dulls Your Word I hear

Sanctify me of the comfort I seek
To lay hold of Your promise that You
Are already a Comfort for me
Let not my schedule lead but Your Holy Spirit
Let me be overcome by You and not my busyness

May I not take risks for the sake of pride
But that my faith may see You magnified
Let me not believe that human wisdom will truly bless
For strength is in Your frailty and wisdom Your foolishness!

Who dares think that he will loose
When all he has all comes from You?
And if he gives to the poor, can he pride himself?
For it is God who gives him the power to get wealth

So in this upward climb, may he not be self-sufficient
For he has a High Priest on high who is immanent
Who gives peace to quench all fears within
To the one who abides and sets his mind on Him