Saturday 19 April 2008

CONVERSATION

Lord, let me light for you

A candle.

The wind will blow it out.


Let me prepare for you, Lord,

A tabernacle.

Moth and rust destroy.


Then let me, Lord, adorn a cross

With sapphires and rubies.

Thieves break in and steal.


So let me come to you, Lord,

Just as I am.

Accepted.

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