Found a new book at the used book sale at the Bailey Cove Library on South Side. We were on that end helping to roll the marley in preparation for this week’s performances. The book is simply titled Prayer, but, of course, adds the subtitle, Finding The Heart’s True Home. And, I just learned that the author, Richard J Foster, is the same Richard J Foster that penned Celebration of Discipline, which is by far one of my favorite books. I’m ready for my third reading of it.
Getting back to the point of this post…
This morning I am reading Chapter 4, The Prayer of Tears. I stopped to share a poem by Phineas Fletcher:
Drop, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet, Which brought from heaven The news and Prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, His mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease. In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; Nor let his eye See sin, but through my tears.




