The Sinner's Dream

Prayers whisper in the aroma of one tongue:

"Dear Heavenly Father."

That lovely word "Dear":

He to Whom we address with reverence and awe.

Is not He beyond the marvelous?

Yet every prayer begins the same:

"Lord, please..." -- amongst these:

"Forgive me,"

"Bless me,"

"Cleanse me."

There is no joy in sin.

Herein lies the record of the sinner's plea:

"Forgive me,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Thank You."

Every day.

The sinner's prayer is, "Lord, give me temperance," and so henceforth we regard it a fruit of the Spirit, and the accomplishment of a health law.

The word "repentance" is a gift; as is forgiveness; as is a clean and pure heart. We pray them for record's sake; that He would please restore His image in my countenance. Nay, I shall see Him with mine own eyes. Yea, He shall accomplish that which He hath promised.

See to its utter end--

-- the end of sin.