HERE I STAND
O God who art from eternity unto eternity, and art not at one time in one place because all times and places are in Thee, I would now seek to understand my destiny as a child of Thine. Here I stand, weak and mortal, amid the immensities of nature. But blessed be Thou, O Lord God, that Thou hast made me the breath of Thine own life. Within this poor body Thou hast set a spirit that is akin to Thine own Spirit. Within this corruptible Thou hast planted incorruption and within this mortal immortality. So from this little room and this short hour I can lift up my mind beyond all time and space to Thee, the uncreated One, until the light of Thy countenance illumines all my life.
Let me keep in mind that my mortal body is but the servant of my immortal soul.
Let me keep in mind how uncertain is my hold upon my bodily life.
Let me remember that here I have no continuing city, but only a place of sojourn and a time of testing and of training.
Let me use this world as not abusing it.
Let me be in this world but not of it.
Let me be as having nothing yet possessing all things.
Let me understand the vanity of the temporal and the glory of the eternal.
Let my world be centered not in myself but in Thee.
- John Baillie
A Diary of Private Prayer