Here I am, O Lord, in answer to Thee.
Here I am, O Lord, placing none beside Thee.
In truth, all praise, blessing, and dominion are Thine.
Nothing can rival Thee.
This is the place of petition:
As every nation was sent a caller among them
Every nation has sent a caller to Thee.
This day is the day of petition
And intercession for all creation
That we may stand before Thee now
Bedraggled and weary
And call upon Thee
And remember what hangs above Thy Throne.
O my Lord, I have been wronged most foully
By my own self with none to blame besides
For all I committed of heedless folly
And for what insincerity resides
In the veiled heart of this most worthless slave.
O who am I, O Lord? Who but the worst
Of any of those destined for the grave.
O Lord! Save me! Or I am of the cursed.
Forgive creation and I who am its least.
O forgive those chosen for misguidance
Among us and those already deceased,
And guide those who remain with forbearance.
And to euphoric ends in Divine Grace, guide us upon the Path
To rest below that banner writ: MY MERCY OVERCOMES MY WRATH.
From the excellent Wandering Troubadour poetry blog (posted on 1/31/08). Reposted with permission.
He is truly a talented and poetic brother. Go and check out his poems, especially his sonnets.