Father, I want to know You, but my coward heart fears to give up
its toys. I cannot part with them without inward bleeding, and I
do not try to hide from You the terror of the parting. I come
trembling, but I do come. Please root from my heart all those
things which I have cherished so long and which have become
a very part of my living self, so that You may enter and dwell
they're without a rival. Then shalt You make the place of Your
feet glorious. Then shall my heart have no need of the sun to
shine in it, for You will be the light of it, and there shall be no
night there. In Jesus' Name. Amen. - - A. W. Tozer
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