The fault is ever in me Lord, never in You. Ever in my willingness to see, never in your willingness to show. Ever in my courage to step forward, never in your condescension to prepare the way.
You have said in your Word “Awake, awake: (Isaiah 52: 1). For a time you allowed my unresponsiveness to result in sleep and insensitivity, but now you call to awake.
My own nature tends toward sleep. I take seriously the words of F. B. Meyer:
“There are other soporifics than the wrath of God; the air of the enchanted ground; the laudanum of evil companionship; the drugs of worldly pleasure, of absorption in business, of carnal security. By these we are all liable to be thrown into a deep sleep. The army of the Lord is too apt to put off the armour of light, and resign itself to heavy slumbers, til the clarion voice warns that it is high time to awake. Not once nor twice in the life of the disciples did they become heavy with sleep. And we, too, lose the ardour of our zeal, the warmth of our love, the certainty of our faith, the enthusiasm of our service, and become benumbed and insensible.” (Christ in Isaiah, Chapter 17)
52 Awake, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city: for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean.
2 Shake thyself from the dust; arise, and sit down, O Jerusalem: loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.