Wouldst thou have that good, that blessed mind, <br />That is so much to heavenly things inclin'd <br /> <br />That it aloft will soar, and always be <br />Contemplating on blest eternity. <br /> <br />That mind that never thinks itself at rest, <br />But when it knows it is for ever blest; <br /> <br />That mind that can be here no more content, <br />Than he that in the prison doth lament; <br /> <br />That blessed mind that counts itself then free <br />When it can at the throne with Jesus be, <br /> <br />There to behold the mansions he prepares <br />For such as be with him and his co-heirs. <br /> <br />This mind is in the covenant of grace, <br />And shall be theirs that truly seek his face.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spirit-of-prayer/
