My coward heart!
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 self — so that You may reign there without a rival. Deliver me from the tyranny of things — and from the idols of my heart. In Jesus' name, Amen.