May your blood come fill the cracks of my broken way and mend the path of my mistakes.
Without you I am nothing.
Through you I am all things.
My soul remains an empty space
Without your infilling.
From you, and through you,
And to you are all things
I am created from your image,
Through your power,
To your glory.
I am wholly yours.
November 13, 2019
Like a bird,
I wish to fly through the gates of your palace,
lie down in a nest near your altar,
and praise you with unceasing song.