Many years ago a pastor named Ambrose spoke concerning prayers and he said this: "A child that is willing to present his father with a bouquet of flowers, goes into the garden and there gathers some flowers and some weeds together. But coming to his mother, she picks out the weeds and binds the flowers so it is presentable to the father. So are our prayers. Our prayers are like that bouquet of the child, which has beautiful flowers, but also has weeds in it, and we present them in prayer. And Jesus Christ takes that bouquet and picks out the weeds and presents it to the Father. He nurses sense in our prayers and presents nothing but flowers to his heavenly Father with a sweet-smelling aroma."1
Michael Voytek
5 Puis, au moment de l'offrande du soir, je me levai du sein de mon humiliation, avec mes vêtements et mon manteau déchirés, je tombai à genoux, j'étendis les mains vers l'Eternel, mon Dieu,