We come now
With one part faith
To three parts fear
And ask somehow
That it be enough.
We bring empty, fumbling hands
And clumsy, misstepping feet
That have wandered paths
That should not be tread
And ask you forgive our prior steps.
We bring half-blind eyes
That have seen too little glory
And too much pain
Most of which we helped to cause
And ask that you restore our sight,
Or remove it completely
If that is what faith takes.
We bring tongues that have uttered foul things
Minds that have birthed foul deeds
Hearts that have felled good seeds
And turned great things to rot
We ask somehow
That all this be forgot
Not because we deserve it
But because we don't.
Because we have wandered into a corner
With no way out
But for your mercy.
We are fools
And here in this moment
With nothing to lose,
We freely admit it
And ask that this be confession enough.
For the going, once tough
Has become impossible
And we cannot do that.
But you can.
You always could.
And we know that we should have asked sooner
Walked brighter roads
Seen better things
And we would not need ask this now.
But we did not,
And here we are.
Is there room in your eyes
For we victims of pride
In your heart
For we lovers of doubt?
Is there room at your table
For hearts, long unstable
For fools, who have long stood for naught
Now finally caught
By their many mistakes?
For those, for these,
For us, for me
We ask, Lord,
One drop of your grace.
We ask, Lord,
One glimpse of your face.
