Open my ear to grasp quickly your Spirit's voice,
and delightfully run after his beckoning hand;
Melt my conscience that no hardness remain,
make it alive to evil's slightest touch;
When Satan approaches may I flee to your wounds,
and there cease to tremble at all alarms....
I was a stranger, an outcast, a slave, a rebel,
but your cross has brought me near,
has softened my heart,
has made me your Father's child
has admitted me to your family
has made me joint-heir with yourself.
- Valley of Vision, pg 102.
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