Thursday, March 3, 2016

A prayer by Martin Luther


Dear Lord Jesus Christ, I feel my sins. They bite and gnaw and terrify me. Where shall I go? I look to You, Lord Jesus, and believe in You. Although my faith is weak, I cling to You and am made sure, for You have promised, "He who believes in Me shall have everlasting life." Even if my conscience is burdened and my sins frighten me and make me tremble, You still have said, "My son, be of good cheer; your sins are forgiven you. I will raise You up on the Last Day, and you will have eternal life." I cannot help myself by my own strength. I come to You for help. Amen. (Martin Luther)

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