the more I do, the worse I am,
the more I know, the less I know,
the more holiness I have, the more sinful I am,
the more I love, the more there is to love.
O wretched man that I am!
O Lord, I have a wild heart,
and I cannot stand before thee;
I am like a bird before a man.
How little I love thy truth and ways!
I neglect prayer, by thinking I have prayed enough and earnestly,
that you have saved my soul.
who sins more safely because grace abounds,
who tells his lusts that Christ’s blood cleanses them,
who reasons that God cannot cast him into hell,
for he is saved,
who loves evangelical preaching, churches, Christians, but lives unholy.
My mind is a bucket without a bottom,
with no spiritual understanding,
no desire for the Lord’s Day,
ever learning but never reaching the truth,
always at the gospel-well but never holding water.
My will is without power of decision or resolution.
My heart is without affection, and full of leaks.
My memory has no retention,
so I forget easily the lessons learned,
and they truths seep away.
Give me a broken heart that yet carries home the water of grace. ((Arthur Bennett, The Valley of Vision, A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, Banner of Truth, p.128-9))