by Roxanna Glass
Oh, Lord, hear my words;
Spoken or silent, they plea unto Thee.
Bestow Thou Thy mercies
Upon my unworthy soul.
Forgive Thou my ungratitude
And fill me with humility and love.
Thy grace is sufficient
For all who believe.
Lord, I believe.
Help Thou mine unbelief.
In the days of mine affliction
Will I plead unto Thee;
In the days of my peace
Will I praise Thy name unceasingly.
Though unworthy to unlatch Thy shoe,
Yet will I wash Thy feet with my tears,
And annoint Thee with precious oils.
Riches and wealth have I not to give Thee,
Yet all that I have give I unto Thee-
Even unto the humbling of my soul to the dusty earth,
And to the subjecting of my flesh to Thy holy ways.
In all things will I give Thee thanks,
For without Thee am I lower than the dross of the earth,
Yet with Thee am I all things.
Thou are my one true Constant-
My shield and protector, my sword and my support.
My will I bend to Thine.
Lord, may I hear Thy words,
Spoken or silent,
That I might be worthy
To be called