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Lord, I come unto Thee in all of my imperfections,
in a world that does not see You as perfect;
Unto Thee do I offer my shortcomings and weakness.

Lord, I come unto Thee with a certain unwillingness,
from a world that sees all too many choices;
Unto Thee do I offer my freedom of the human will.

Lord, I come unto Thee from the world You created,
though I am told that the world itself has all to offer;
Unto Thee do I offer my greed of worldly things.

Invite me into Your Holy Temple, for I seek You alone.
Though the world might give me mansions,
I seek only the shelter of your tent.

Lord, I come unto Thee with what little I possess,
although the world might tempt me with everything;
Unto Thee do I offer all of my wealth and prosperity.

Lord, I come unto Thee with the soiled clothing of sin,
with the hope of Thy provision of snow white garments;
Unto Thee do I offer even my temptations and faults.

Lord, I come unto Thee, my God, my Master, Abba.
Beam through me that I might commit my spirit unto You.
Unto Thee do I offer my sanctity as gifted by You alone.

Invite me into Your Holy Temple, for I seek You alone.
Though the world might give me mansions,
I seek only the shelter of Your tent.

Lord, I come unto Thee, with a deep sense of abandonment,
though I know the world offers no reception for my return.
Unto Thee I offer my want of coming back prodigal to You.

Lord, I come unto Thee, with fear of loneliness and despair,
though I know that the material world offers no peace to me.
Unto Thee I offer my family and its generations.

Lord, I come unto Thee often with my hatred of the self,
for I know the world does not see me as the image You know.
Unto Thee I offer my unique human identity.

Invite me into Your Holy Temple, for I seek You alone.
Though the world might give me mansions,
I seek only the shelter of Your tent.

Lord, I come unto Thee with a sanctity challenged by deeds,
but I know that I find my deepest soul in Your Sacred Temple.
Unto Thee I offer even my dark lusts and desires.

My God, why do I feel as though you have abandoned me?
I know that You do not allow me to be lost, even in the world.
Unto Thee I offer my confusion and hopelessness.

My God, why do I come unto You with my war and rebellion?
I know that You only seek to protect me in Thy loving arms.
Unto Thee I offer my weapons, aggression and hatred.

Invite me into Your Holy Temple, for I seek You alone.
Though the world might give me mansions,
I seek only the shelter of Your tent.

Wherever I find You, I know that I enter Your Temple.
The Light of the World is found in Your Temple alone.

I come upon Your Most Holy Staff, my Shepherd,
seeking only to be led to quiet pastures and streams.

Raise up again the mist from which You created me, My God.
Put me to sleep, that I might always awaken to my Bride.
For You Alone are the Most High – Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

1/23/2011