Herein today, I bow my head.
I Lift my hands, stretched up
High to the heavens. I deeply
Humble myself. Of prime to ask,
Let it be your eyes to thoroughly
Discern my heart and save my soul.
For they are not ideal. They are like
A glass washed with water of filth
but still seems like a glass washed
With pure ones. Like the most
Delightful blossom, but baneful.
Lord I've been dazzling before your plants.
But none had seen how deluding was my gleam.
I am like every living plant, that requires
The true light and air for a sound life.
Father! I'm Like gold from the deepest ground in mines,
Like a strong rust iron, but all over veiled with loathsome.
May your eyes of leniency wash all its obscenity.
Ooh God! For that will I ever rejoice in your house.
Amen!
© Lufuno Nefox