Lord, let not the brilliant light of Your presence be dimmed by my error. Deafen my ears to the clamoring cry of doubt. May Your truth be scattered in good soil so that it will yield a harvest one-hundredfold. Sanctify my imaginations. Take back stolen ground until holiness permeates every crevice. Lord, make me hunger for the meat of revelation as set forth in Your Word. Help me cast aside the junk food philosophies that sicken the soul. Fill my heart with the zeal of the Lord when apathy sends its flaming arrows. Touch my soul with fervency when my own weakness is readily apparent. Show me how to trade the imaginary wealth that comes shackled with false security so that I can accept the pure gold of Your atoning sacrifice. Let Your servant be tried in the furnace so that I might emerge wearing the pure, white linen worthy of a saint. Without You, Jesus, may I find no contentment as I wander in the nakedness of my soul. I need Your covering. I desire Your sobering guidance. May the light You bring expose the waste, shape me with purity and cure my soul from the darkness within. Under the truth found in Your Word in Romans 11:33-36 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I bow in prayer.

Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
    How unsearchable His judgments,
    and His paths beyond tracing out!
“Who has known the mind of the Lord?
    Or who has been His counselor?
Who has ever given to God,
    that God should repay them?”
For from Him and through Him and for Him are all things.
    To Him be the glory forever! Amen.
Romans 11:33-36, ESV