* * *
When I come pending in prayer
In silence before You,
I whisper, I long, I wail – and
Cannot believe that is You
Appeared in lone cellar,
Heard my failing voice,
Holding exhausted, faithless,
Fallen servant of Yours.
“My God, forgive me my nayward!”
I kneel before Him in tears.
He kisses, upholds and whispers:
“You are already redeemed”.
* * *
Whether I knew at that time
That I was on the way.
Whether I knew
That the ways do not lead nowhere.
At that time did I know
That unknown You carried and cared.
At that time did I learn
That ungodly I came from Your womb.
But when I recognized,
When I reached, when I came before You,
Grieving, fell on the knees,
Kissing scars of Your flesh
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