From whence came this notion
that I belong on a pedestal?
Only I have put myself there,
and perhaps now that I realize
I do not deserve this honor,
I shall fall before You and
wash Your feet.
Bring me a basin of water
and a towel, as I am humbled
by Your Graciousness.
I am not mighty,
but a sheep among sheep.
Hear my cries of sincerity
whilst I dry Your unsoiled feet.
Your Highest Grace:
Make me Your child.
Teach me to love.
Assist me in learning.
Above all, guide my steps
toward Your gates,
for inside them,
I shall become
an angel of humility.
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